M Huncho and D-Block Europe - 38

Oh (Quincy Tellem, I can't tell 'em again)

I'm still packin' the Smith, I'm the Don where I live
And these bitches ain't shit, and these brothers still broke
Walk in with the limp, just like a pimp
They know I'm the shit and they know I'm their hope
I was left to climb a mountain with rope and I did it arrangin' some alphabets
Couple of mill' from some alphabets, ho
Time equals money, no time for no hoes
You're there when there's money
But not when I'm juggin' (not when I'm juggin', not when I'm juggin')
Six figure bookings, you can't have a piece of this pie, buddy
You can't have a taste of this life, co-d (can't have a taste of this life)
Got a phone and put the weight on it
I made some money and they fuckin' hate on me
I carry burdens like it's fuckin' weight on me, yeah, yeah

The .38 is on me
I don't be playin' around too much (nah)
Give ten to my wife
Tell her, "Dress up, and meet me for lunch" (meet me for lunch)
23K to the lawyer, defend me in front of the judge
Sixty milliliters of mud got me

The .38 is on me
I don't be playin' around too much
Give ten to my wife
Tell her, "Dress up, and meet me for lunch"
23K to the lawyer, defend me in front the of the judge
Sixty milliliters of mud got me

My wife a ten out of ten
Her father should've asked for a mill' for the dowry, huh
I'm the reason why they postin' the neighborhood watch stickers 'round the county
Bread on his head was the bounty
One-ninety on the dash, brodie just pulled up in an Audi
Seven hour flight to Saudi
Change up my money to bricks and some water
Whip up a brick and I whip with some water
You ever sat up in court, Rollie'd up?
Kinda awkward, man, I shouldn't be here
Fendi skis out in Swiss (ski)
Ski slope on my wrist (ski)
Diamonds dancin' like I'm Money Mitch
Half a key of coke'll get you here (brrt)

The .38 is on me
I don't be playin' around too much (nah)
Give ten to my wife
Tell her, "Dress up, and meet me for lunch" (meet me for lunch)
23K to the lawyer, defend me in front of the judge
Sixty milliliters of mud got me (yeah)

All the hate really comes when you're winnin'
In front of the judge, I didn't give a confession
Give and investin' it all in my ventures (ventures)
My young boy ballin' like it's NBA
Make your bitch sign up the NDA
Winnings approved by the FDA
My shooter with me on a daily basis
Trigger finger, gettin' itchy
Two-fifty, Richard Mille (yeah)
Pockets chunky, made her feel it (yeah)
Sorry, I mean that I made some millis
Fuck a Richard Mille, I know I got my family steady (my family steady)
Spin the back, we came back already (back already)
Get you done for five thousand, that's cheap
Made that in a day, sellin' dope to these fiends (brrt, brrt)
And I had to keep me a (brrt)

The .38 is on me
I don't be playin' around too much (nah)
Give ten to my wife
Tell her, "Dress up, and meet me for lunch" (meet me for lunch)
23K to the lawyer, defend me in front of the judge
Sixty milliliters of mud got me (ah)

Can't have a nigga 'round me
That's gonna watch the pounds that's down in my pocket
How can you win when you haven't had losses
Round drum now we're callin' it Tommy
I'm servin' them Bobbys
Extended the nose on the wap now it's lookin' like Noddy
That nigga came up and he came from killin'
Niggas out her just call it a hobby
I came from a half brick, oh yeah
Came from the hard shit, oh yeah
When I was hungry I wasn't fed
So I had to rob niggas instead (oh yeah)
You don't step with your heart
You ain't got nothin' here left (nothin' here left)
The way you give brain is a ahh
Baby, it's stuck in your neck

The .38 is on me

Written by:
Adam Williams, Mohammed Hassan, Quincy Ferreira, Ricky Banton

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