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[Intro:] Yes, Greezy, Brooklyn, yes! [Chorus:] Gettin money hoe, smokin loud too Kush burnin pockets on high volume We the realest team, do the realest things KG nigga, we really in the streets Kush - is already rolled Brooklyn - you already know Let's get it - everything is a go Hammer drawn we here for the dough Get low - we back in the game This time - and we not gon' play Word life, it's time for the money All haters better stay in your lane [Verse 1:] My nine, is already cocked Coupe, is already dropped Wrists, filled up with them rocks Me, I'm all that you not Came in the game and I never did change Bustin out money from "Coming of Age" In the club on them bottles and bitches, that bud Fuck with me roadie I'll give you some game SongtexteEatin, we already did Drug flow, furnished the crib KG, you know what it is Bought my first 6 with a learner's permit Stuntin on hoes like I'm 'posed to do Yeah I got bread in the toaster too Haters debate on the shit that I do I reality ball you vocal booth [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Kush - is already blown Bad thang tryin to take that home My offense, triangle I'm high so I'm in my zone Blowin all out, shit ain't allowed Tell the police come and fuck with me now Know they ain't heard that I fuck with a burner My lawyer on point in the car with me now Grindin, I've been known for a while Few of my niggaz the feds locked down And they rep, don't make me prove it I'm a text 'em, tell 'em they can call right now Cell phones from behind that fence Commissary just stay on rich Real niggaz just do real shit Send 'em flicks all from yo' bitch! [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania