Savya Worldwide - Plug Back

What they say
Pretty Bey with that album on the way
Ballin', ballin'

They say the Bey think he's a big shot now
Nah I'm just no longer going through a lot now
I was on a twenty-four hour lockdown
Now me and baby mama south with the top down
I'm rich forever, you just hot now
Heaven on Earth, I'm seeing high ground
I did my dance when I touched down
Shimy shimy put them niggas on uptown
I let you niggas take the props for it
Cause I already made the guap for it
The money and the bodies still buried together
Still never got knocked for it

Money to be made, then I'm all in
Young nigga get paid, let me ball then
See them throwing shade when I fall in
A lot of hate in the air but that's all them
Ten plugs I can call-in
Front five and the other five I bought them
Say pretty Bey doing alright
How they like me now that, that plug back right

Where I'm from, niggas do it on sight
Never been the nigga do it for the likes
I showed you how to do it for the price
Album on the way, 5 mics, listen
Real game that I'm kicking
Shit rare, only few niggas lived it
Big homie and I come recommended
Too many bitches, they swear that I'm pimping
Hold up, let me swag, let me finish
Young nigga out that GAP Band District
Whole city think I gotta deal
Cop know song, nigga hot for real
Sit still, maybe cop a deal
Nigga snitching is not an appeal
Money never made a man real
It's what you do with the money that real niggas feel

Money to be made, then I'm all in
Young nigga get paid, let me ball then
See them throwing shade when I fall in
A lot of hate in the air but that's all them
Ten plugs I can call-in
Front five and the other five I bought them
Say pretty Bey doing alright
How they like me now that, that plug back right
Money to be made, then I'm all in
Young nigga get paid, let me ball then
See them throwing shade when I fall in
A lot of hate in the air but that's all them
Ten plugs I can call-in
Front five and the other five I bought them
Say pretty Bey doing alright
How they like me now that, that plug back right

Pick your bic up
It's already lit up
Three phones and I still never pick up
Cops down the way, put that shit up
We gon' kill you, before you kill us
My main shooter never put it on crip
Cause he knows we doing life for this shit
They say we ain't right for this shit
But we still got the rifles with knifes on the tip
But real niggas never trip
Over sets, small money or a bitch
All this shit came and it went
Tennis balls full of drugs through the fence
Cops listen to the flow and can't find nothing
I'll never snitch and I'm bond jumping
Ten niggas brought my name up
That's why they call me hood famous

Money to be made, then I'm all in
Young nigga get paid, let me ball then
See them throwing shade when I fall in
A lot of hate in the air but that's all them
Ten plugs I can call-in
Front five and the other five I bought them
Say pretty Bey doing alright
How they like me now that, that plug back right
Money to be made, then I'm all in
Young nigga get paid, let me ball then
See them throwing shade when I fall in
A lot of hate in the air but that's all them
Ten plugs I can call-in
Front five and the other five I bought them
Say pretty Bey doing alright
How they like me now that, that plug back right

Written by:
Melvyn Felton II

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