Af (feat. Young Dolph) - Kenny Muney

Yeah, yeah Uh-huh Bah-bah, bah-bah (let the BandPlay) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (go) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (go, go) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (for real, though) Everything a go, baby, it's a green light (uh) I looked in my rearview, somethin' don't seem right (wait) I should drop the top, so I can let them see the ice (ha) I let her jump on and ride it like a Harley bike (yeah) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light I'm on full but a nigga still hungry though (gimme that) Told my nigga, "Stack yo' paper, bitches come and go" (run it up) Bad bitch super ratchet when she on the road (hate to see it) He just got a dub, said he need 20 more (pull up) 80 bags of gas, I just got a box (yeah, yeah) Cut it open, take it straight to the block (yeah, yeah) Give me a weekend, I'ma turn it to a drop The type of nigga turn your sister house to the spot (trap) I'ma pay her bills and fuck her every now and then (uh) He need 30 of 'em, my country boy in town again (uh) She said she wanna fuck me bad, but this time with her friend (uh) He said he wanna join the gang, but I won't let 'em in (uh, the fuck) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (yeah) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (go, go) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (for real, though) Everything a go, baby, it's a green light (uh) I looked in my rearview, somethin' don't seem right (wait) I should drop the top, so I can let them see the ice (ha) I let her jump on and ride it like a Harley bike (yeah) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light Yeah, everywhere I go (yeah) You know I got the thin', right? (Yeah, yeah) (you know) Everythin' froze, everythin' on me ice (yeah, yeah), yeah You know how it go, I drop a body before a dime, yeah Everybody know I still be fuckin' niggas' wives (yeah-yeah) Look, cold-hearted bastard (cold) South Memphis nigga, but my jewelry from Alaska (uh, uh) (bling) Fuckin' up the engine, drove the foreign like a NASCAR (uh, uh) (skrrt) Rollin' sticky-icky and I'm sippin' high like NASA, uh, yeah, I'm up That's a bird, it's a plane, nah, that's Glock with your main bitch I be makin' plays on top of plays like I ain't rich (yeah, yeah) I just had a talk with God, and gang about a couple shit (uh-huh) Never on no sucker shit (uh-huh), lately, I been on fuck shit Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (yeah, yeah, yeah) (bitch) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (go) (yeah) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (bah) Everything a go, baby, it's a green light (uh) I looked in my rearview, somethin' don't seem right (wait) I should drop the top, so I can let them see the ice (ha) I let her jump on and ride it like a Harley bike (yeah) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (green light)

Yeah Yeah YSL Pussy niggas actin' like they never had shit All these bitches actin' like they never had shit I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' glassy Catch that nigga slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty Check out my attire, this expensive fabric And we can wrestle just like Randy Savage My jewelry as cold as an attic The kush that I smoke'll blow your lungs out I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house All your bitches thats busted, they live in your house What goes up comes down, my nigga, north south I done ran up them M's without a tour now She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now These niggas thought that they knew it but they don't know it now I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now Hopped out my 'vette and hopped right in a foreign Bitch don't get close, this a mothafuckin' warning Suck that dick good, I'm the mothafuckin' warden She runnin' away from my weed like it farted She don't wanna swallow so I put it on her neck I beat that pussy up, she loud as a parade I got 1 million but only 10 in the bank I taste a sample, I only buy if it's dank I cook fishscale, and sang to her same time like Tank I was born in '91, 23 years old with a whole lotta stain (5 star mothafucka) Baby can you feel my pain? All my diamonds need to be drained I got a gangsta bitch that's gon' bang And I got racks up, I can't complain And all my dogs, they're dirty, check for mange And all I gotta do is reserve your brains And I'm a gangsta, my nuts, they gon hang Who said you was straight? Boy you need to be retained Pussy niggas actin' like they never had shit All these bitches actin' like they never had shit I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' glassy Catch that nigga slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty Check out my attire, this expensive fabric And we can wrestle just like Randy Savage My jewelry as cold as an attic The kush that I smoke'll blow your lungs out I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house All your bitches thats busted, they live in your house What goes up comes down, my nigga, north south I done ran up them M's without a tour now She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now These niggas thought that they knew it but they don't know it now I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now Took the Rollie off, put the Breitling back on Walk in the room and I cut the lights on Why you spending like that? Cause I ain't ever had shit This that real nigga Paper Route, YSL shit Never loved a bitch but I love money In the church payin' my tithes with drug money Went and got a new plug, got mama a new house And a couple new coupes, that's how a young nigga live Couple bitches, good weed that how a nigga chill Top floor, penthouse, still crackin' seals Them Houston niggas be like, "That young nigga trill" Them New York niggas say that young nigga ill My mama always told me dress to kill My uncle always told me pack the steel That nigga Thugger, that's my mothafuckin' brotha From a motherfuckin' other, I'ma show you how to make magic The fuck is you mad at? Got your bitch dancin' all in my spot with no panties I said, "Bitch where your mothafuckin' man at? Fuck that, where your friends at?" Dammit Sold 50 P's, hold it, have to bag it That little bitch you lovin' on, I been had it Pull up in a new drop, that thang nasty Mama call all my big booty bitches trashy Pussy niggas actin' like they never had shit All these bitches actin' like they never had shit I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' glassy Catch that nigga slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty Check out my attire, this expensive fabric And we can wrestle just like Randy Savage My jewelry as cold as an attic The kush that I smoke'll blow your lungs out I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house All your bitches thats busted, they live in your house What goes up comes down, my nigga, north south I done ran up them M's without a tour now She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now These niggas thought that they knew it but they don't know it now I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now

I believe, I believe there's love in you Gridlocked on the dusty avenues Inside your heart, just afraid to go I am more, I am more than innocent But just take a chance and let me in And I'll show you ways that you don't know Don't complicate it Don't let the past dictate Yeaaah I've been patient, but slowly I'm losing faith So please, I know you baby I know you baby So please, I know you baby I know you baby I believe, I believe you could love me But your'e lost on the road to misery And what I gave to you I could never get back Don't complicate it Don't drive yourself insane Yeaaah Say what you will but I know that you want to stay So please, I know you baby I know you baby So please, I know you baby I know you baby Chemicals rushing in I know that it's you that I belong to I'm fighting like a cannonball in the air Crashing into who I belong to Uuuh uh, uuuuh uuuuh uh I have been patient, but slowly I'm losing faith Please, I know you baby I know you baby So please, I know you baby I know you baby Please, I know you baby I know you baby So please, I know you baby I know you baby (The shadows of your heart Are hanging in the sweet, sweet air I know you baby The secrets that you hide, control us and it's not fair (I know you baby) (The shadows of your heart Are hanging in the sweet, sweet air I know you baby The secrets that you hide, control us and it's not fair (I know you baby)

Let the Band Play Rap game ain't ready for a nigga like me 'cause this shit no cap, no sun visor Yeah, I been getting money, got a whole lot of everything And you know it's Paper Route Business Know I got a whole lot of niggas in they feelings Been shittin' on niggas, I'm filthy rich Got a knife on my neck 'cause I'm killin' shit So hot, I'll make you run up out the building, bitch Yeah, I set the trends, I make the young niggas go get it in I could fall back for a while just to show you lil' niggas that you can't beat me to the end I'm way too fire, you shouldn't even begin Yeah, I took a lot of L's just to win Thank God I been smooth like wind All my niggas in the feds or the pen' Hide some this shit down the road for my dawgs Any time that I can like, "I got you, my friend" I feel the pain that you're feelin', my nigga This shit hurt me too like I'm all in your skin I used the means just to get out the streets But the streets is what paid me and made me a man Most of you niggas ain't shit without money I'll blow all this shit and start over again I had to do this shit solo, solo I ran up 30 and bought me a Rollo Rollie, this bitch don't take heat, rollin' I had to come from the bottom, stay focused I told my bitches I don't need emotion I was gettin' load after load, I was loaded You niggas sit around niggas with money Then 'rap bout this shit, man, you niggas be posin' Is this young nigga for real? (Yeah) Do he got digits for real? (Yeah) I had to get it for real (for real, for real) You niggas rap what I live (for real, for real) Is this young nigga for real? (Yeah) Do he got digits for real? (Yeah) I had to get it for real You niggas rap what I live Even my haters know I got big racks Pussy said different and I never gave his bitch back All my opps know shots get sent back Yeah, I'm real cool, but I still can get with that Mindin' my business, long money what I'm gettin' at, yeah Eatin' real good, pockets gettin' fat, yeah Niggas rap deal, I done spent that, yeah Broke ass niggas, go fix that, yeah Damn, this young nigga for real (for real?) And he got digits for real (for real?) I had to get it for real (yeah) You niggas rap while I live (yeah) Damn this young nigga for real (for real, for real) And he got digits for real (for real, for real) I had to get it for real (yeah) You niggas rap while I live (yeah, yeah, yeah) For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, haha For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, yeah For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, haha For real, for real, for real, this shit for real, my nigga