F.G.M.G - Do It for My City

I done ran the streets
Ran into some beef
Fuck that im hungry for that paper
Now its time to eat
They say im gassed up
Mad because they on E
High off that loud pack
Swag low key
Bet your bitch know me
When she see me cardiac arrest
No im not the police
Yeah my team gone kill the game slowly
Catch me riding rims sitting high
Until my nose bleed
And i dont fuck with niggas
My team we gone eat
I aint talking lunch and dinner
No beginner i make that money stretch
Like a yoga member
You on that other shit
Fuck but never love a bitch
So fly im damn there hovering
Run up to the scene with the top missing
All my niggas know its a block mission
Car full of money
Thats dough money
More bricks more money
No bricks no money
Hit the strip and make shorty
Break it down
Everybody know me in my city
Get to flashing
Showing money throwing hundreds
Make it rain no i got snow money
Do this for b.h nigga
Why you aint nigga
At the top you got to climb up
My money tall like giraffe necks
Young dude thats getting paid
You niggas too sweet like sugar water
Im so hot you so not
I beat the pussy till she gave up
You dudes is so weak
Im still flexing like im hulk hogan
Hit the mall until i max out
She gave me brain until she tapped out
Im too fly like a roof of birds
Addicted to the money like a fucking nerd
Too flashy im on camera action
Why you still looking im a vivid pictured
Swag with clouds sky high
So fly we in this bitch
Run up to the scene with the top missing
All my niggas know its a block mission
Car full of money
Thats dough money
More bricks more money
No bricks no money
Hit the strip and make shorty
Break it down
Everybody know me in my city
Get to flashing
Showing money throwing hundreds
Make it rain no i got snow money
Do this for b.h nigga
Why you aint nigga
Its a block mission
All my niggas ready to go to work
Hit that face time they trying to eat nigga
Holding work pop the trunk with the top missing
Riding through the hood
They envy a nigga so they taking pictures
They say ill be last to do it since big meechie nigga
Nah i said its just how bad you want it
Put me on that hustler poster
Because i be on that block
From the street light come on and goes off
We set up and i shut it down
Run up to the scene with the top missing
All my niggas know its a block mission
Car full of money
Thats dough money
More bricks more money
No bricks no money
Hit the strip and make shorty
Break it down
Everybody know me in my city
Get to flashing
Showing money throwing hundreds
Make it rain no i got snow money
Do this for b.h nigga
Why you aint nigga
Im so hot boiling pot
Her pussy tight like a tight knot
Yall niggas cant even stop me
Im rudy gay to the fucking game
Taking shots small forward nigga
Yall niggas too slow i can fast forward
Ball and do so much im the referee
And coach carter
Too fly im fixing to lift off
Im too fast yall falling stars
More fly kicks than goku
These whores nasty like tofu
Im switching lanes they riding bikes
Yall stuart littles my team giants
Fly nigga im getting rich
Yall wife rats i exterminate
Run up to the scene with the top missing
All my niggas know its a block mission
Car full of money
Thats dough money
More bricks more money
No bricks no money
Hit the strip and make shorty
Break it down
Everybody know me in my city
Get to flashing
Showing money throwing hundreds
Make it rain no i got snow money
Do this for b.h nigga
Why you aint nigga

Written by:
Benny Anderson, Dominique Anderson, Emanuel Norman, George Carter, Gino Childs, Prince Dortch

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