Teezy Dinero - New Jack City (feat. RunDown6)

Money cars and clothes and hoes
That's all a young nigga know
Get the drop and up the score
We got that za that's for the low
Yo' potna dead that nigga smoked
I'm full of meds smokin' on dope
Hope you don't think this shit a joke
Stay strapped if you know like i know
Pour on the wock' i'm sippin' lean
Face shot him don't need a beam
Me and RunDown in all black tryna dunk on yo' whole team
Like stop the whip
We hoppin' out
Hella gun sounds you heard 'em scream
He said my name
Like what that's 'bout
We tryna leave somethin' on the scene
She wanna fuck on the gang
Can't fuck wit' a lame, she tryna give me her body
Post in the cut wit' a thang
Brand new chop chop, RunDown he go retarded
J Wick i kill for my dawgy
Won't step out without my glocky
Head first i'm divin' in 'bout it
I'm not wit' all that talkin'
Not wit' all that talkin'
Why is you barkin'
Niggas ain't havin' no motion
I got a bitch on the other side
Givin' the drop that's why we be fuckin' 'em over
She get to givin' me top
I come out the socks
I get the lit' bitch to go slower
Come from the floor in the bottom
I get off sack and i gotta keep me a poker
Money cars and clothes and hoes
That's all a young nigga know
Get the drop and up the score
We got that za that's for the low
Yo' potna dead that nigga smoked
I'm full of meds smokin' on dope
Hope you don't think this shit a joke
Stay strapped if you know like i know
Money cars and clothes and hoes
That's all a young nigga know
Get the drop and up the score
We got that za that's for the low
Yo' potna dead that nigga smoked
I'm full of meds smokin' on dope
Hope you don't think this shit a joke
Stay strapped if you know like i know

Written by:
Rakyme Williams, Torrance Ruff

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