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30, Talk Money Gang
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, grew up with robbers and the swipin' niggas (robbers and the swipin' niggas)
I'm with the shooters but the diamonds on me fightin' niggas (diamonds on me fightin' niggas)
I see a little money put a lotta hype in niggas (lotta hype in niggas)
Never speak on what we do 'cause they indictin' niggas, uh (hey)
Still with the gang ain't ever changin' (ain't ever changin')
I'm tryna get rich give a fuck about bein' famous (fuck 'bout bein' famous)
That boy want attention, we torched him and got his name lit (torched him and got his name lit, baow)
He do all that flexin' we run up we tryna stain him
And I'm well protected I'm ridin' 'round with the stainless (grrah, baow)
I'm high off this drink but I bet you I still could aim it (bet I still could aim it)
They always got comments I bet you they got no payments (they got no payments)
Shawty FaceTimin' I'm tryna remember what her name is
I'm drippin' the latest shit they never seen (never seen)
She the one I want (one I want)
These niggas be mad that they ain't one of us (30)
Fuck 'em though, get to actin' crazy shooter donin' ya
Had to slow down on 'em drugs but I ain't done with 'em (no)
Instagram bitch, I'm 'bout to have some fun with her ('bout to have some fun with her)
She a bad bitch and other bitches come with her (other bitches come with her)
Got a Glock stashed, pussy I don't knuckle up (boom, boom)
Watch the Glock blast if he try to fuck with us (hey)
We could bet up on it, pussy put some hunnids up (pussy put some hunnids up)
And the opps watchin', pussy shoot a gun or some' (pussy shoot a gun)
We the ones who run this shit and who they runnin' from (we the ones hwo run shit)
We the ones who really winnin', not the runner up (hey)
Grew up with robbers and the swipin' niggas (robbers and the swipin' niggas)
I'm with the shooters but the diamonds on me fightin' niggas (diamonds on me fightin' niggas)
I see a little money put a lotta hype in niggas (lotta hype in niggas)
Never speak on what we do 'cause they indictin' niggas, uh (hey)
Still with the gang ain't ever changin' (ain't ever changin')
I'm tryna get rich give a fuck about bein' famous (fuck 'bout bein' famous)
That boy want attention, we torched him and got his name lit (torched him and got his name lit, baow)
He do all that flexin' we run up we tryna stain him
Written by:
Jason Critchlow, Laron Wages, Nico Beats
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