Money Bag
Blac Youngsta, Sean Kingston, Rick Ross, DJ Twin
DJ Twin chi-town youngest in charge
I told y'all niggas 2016 my year
Time Is Money Entertainment
I rubber band my check
Suzanne Summers all on my neck
Chevy run like a Corvette
Still war ready on deck
A money bag on your head
Money bag on your head
Money bag on your head
They comin' straight for your neck
I rubber band my check
Suzanne Summers all on my neck
Chevy run like a Corvette
Still war ready on deck
A money bag on your head
Money bag on your head
Money bag on your head
They comin' straight for your neck
Money bag on your head
Disrespect the game, don't play
I'm a real bad man, real gangsta
No no will I talk two faced
Man a real bad man from here
Drive and go, trap the plane
Man a real bad man
No, no, no, no, no, no, no way
Kingston we come from kingston we
Gunshot bust
Shawty gunshot car badman sing it now
No no we no play i'm a real bad man no lie
From-from jungle to to the MIA
We be ridin' out bad bitches, she ridin' out
Niggas talkin', they bitin' now
Niggas talkin', they bitin' now
Killa pull up then spray rounds
Hundred choppers with 100 rounds
Nigga that's your kid? We gon'
Shoot up his playground
I rubber band my check
Suzanne Summers all on my neck
Chevy run like a Corvette
Still war ready on deck
A money bag on your head
Money bag on your head
Money bag on your head
They comin' straight for your neck
I rubber band my check
Suzanne Summers all on my neck
Chevy run like a Corvette
Still war ready on deck
A money bag on your head
Money bag on your head
Money bag on your head
They comin' straight for your neck
You don't want me ho
My young niggas killin' for the free ho
I took your life like it's repo
You can go ask my OG we rode
I was on the block playin' cee-lo
Young nigga bet 100 grand I'ma free throw
Young nigga shoot your grandma
Through the peep hole
Better not tell the police you see ho
Can't be touched huh?
You think you tough huh?
All my necklace cut throat huh
Guns in the closet beef, won't squash it
Beats little nigga young nigga mobbin'
100 on the Carbon
It'll knock you off your feet little nigga
Go to war with anybody pull up in the 'Rari
They was actin' tough at first
But now they sorry
I do not hurt nobody, do not friend nobody
We gon' throw a party, enemies invited
We gon' have a ride, we can suicide
You can run and hide, you can die now
I'ma love my gun, I'ma let it ride
I rubber band my check
Suzanne Summers all on my neck
Chevy run like a Corvette
Still war ready on deck
A money bag on your head
Money bag on your head
Money bag on your head
They comin' straight for your neck
I rubber band my check
Suzanne Summers all on my neck
Chevy run like a Corvette
Still war ready on deck
A money bag on your head
Money bag on your head
Money bag on your head
They comin' straight for your neck
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