Taj Money Yeah YSL See I got a couple niggas on the road (road) And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go I got a couple bitches on my back None of my niggas, they ain't ever told (told) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever fold Shots for my niggas never coming back Shots for my niggas never coming back (back) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever told That ain't my woadie, it a boy rack I got a couple niggas on the road (road) And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go Shots for my niggas never coming back See I heard a couple niggas try to line me And you know the rest New baby Nina dripping on my body See you could get stretched You gettin' money, I couldn't care less Got some honey's turned into a finesse Don't make me make the bulldog fetch ya Purple tips make you itch on a stretcher Hit your momma house, know you got the message Lucky you're jealousy would've been reckless Raid the condo, draggin' me by my necklace I don't get tired, lil' nigga, I be restless I was trappin', eating noodles for breakfast Took a loss and bounced it back like a checker Police took a couple sticks last summer We was glizzy, le buteur so Texas Some niggas still ten toes in these streets Still get you anything for the cheap Young and connected like the letter V Name a youngin's been more realer than me I just put some gold all over my teeth Giuseppe steppin' how we roll in the streets Hit a new stage at age of fourteen My nigga just hit a stain last week I put the nina to a nigga cheek (shh) The nigga don't speak Bro, I was broke, ain't had nothin to eat You in the streets then you know how it be Some say I'm sayin' too much when I rap But I ain't never said a name in my track I told that nigga I'm only speaking facts And uh, and that's on the trap See I got a couple niggas on the road (road) And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go I got a couple bitches on my back None of my niggas, they ain't ever told (told) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever fold Shots for my niggas never coming back Shots for my niggas never coming back (back) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever told That ain't my woadie, it a boy rack I got a couple niggas on the road (road) I got a couple niggas in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go Shots for my niggas never coming back See I ain't have to scheme Taliban be on my team I know some twins that will hit you with these Tallup, Tallup, Tallup, split you in piece Osama twin llama, choppa siamese Lookin' for me pack me up in the B's Lemons grip up on my bitch when I squeeze I know some kids who do hits for some trees Smoke a top and turn an opp into weed Word to my chain, heard my city in gold My bitches solid then they know that I'm told My niggas solid, they are hard as a brick Yeah I'm talking 'bout a plus 36 Word to my chain, heard my city in gold My bitches solid, then they know that I'm told My niggas solid, they are hard as a brick Yeah, I'm talking 'bout a plus 36 See I got a couple niggas on the road (road) And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go I got a couple bitches on my back None of my niggas, they ain't ever told (told) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever fold Shots for my niggas never coming back Shots for my niggas never coming back (back) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever told That ain't my woadie, it a boy rack I got a couple niggas on the road (road) I got a couple niggas in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go Shots for my niggas never coming back, woah

Smoke up till I'm numb on a good day Big bet, cash a check on a bad day Work late every day, that's a good thing Ass fat throw it back she a Bad thing Fucked up for the fun in the right way Big strap catch yo ass in the wrong lane Might just let you slide on the right day Fuck around find out on the wrong day Real nigga rockstar like I'm Roddy Real nigga strapped up like I'm Bobby Future looking bright now, so shiny Think I'm trying to fuck around nigga try me If you wanna come stunt on a nigga If you wanna run up on a nigga If you want you can fuck around and find out What happens when you fuck with my niggas If you wanna come stunt on a nigga If you wanna run up on a nigga If you want you can fuck around and find out What happens when you fuck with my niggas I know y'all hate it cuz a young nigga made it Got some brain copped a chain with a big ring Run up game for the fame that's a small thing On a plane to Berlin with the big gang Make a name, movin weight that's a small thing Hella chains diamond rings got that drip drip She at home on the phone she don't trip trip 30 rounds hollow tip that's a clip clip When I bust tell yo bitch not to flip shit If you wanna come stunt on a nigga If you wanna run up on a nigga If you want you can fuck around and find out What happens when you fuck with my niggas If you wanna come stunt on a nigga If you wanna run up on a nigga If you want you can fuck around and find out What happens when you fuck with my niggas Real nigga rockstar like I'm Roddy Real nigga strapped up like I'm Bobby Future looking bright now, so shiny Think I'm trying to fuck around nigga try me I know y'all hate it cuz a young nigga made it Now we all livin for nothing Yeah we all dying for nothing Numbin the pain to feel something Runnin an gunnin stuntin Now we all searching for something Still we all dying for nothing Bitch get it raw like I'm cuffin Young nigga ball like I'm dunkin If you wanna come stunt on a nigga If you wanna run up on a nigga If you want you can fuck around and find out What happens when you fuck with my niggas If you wanna come stunt on a nigga If you wanna run up on a nigga If you want you can fuck around and find out What happens when you fuck with my niggas Real nigga rockstar like I'm Roddy Real nigga strapped up like I'm Bobby Future looking bright now, so shiny Think I'm trying to fuck around nigga try me

Mosh is back On the track All my haters still sound wack Imma blow That's fasho I'm neva go broke At the spot Gettin' top Then I'm bout to hit the block Money stackin' Bitch I'm packin' Better not catch no opp lackin' All my bills are blue My car and wrist are too Got hittas on my haters Ain't no missing when they shoot Blow em through the roof He dancing he a goof These niggas want to hate me Cause they know I'm the truth Hundred thou on your head I ain't scared of no fed Choppa spraying now your dead Leave a nigga full of lead Go home count my bread Couple bags out the mud Knees deep in the blood SpongeBob with the suds Sicko mode going up Pop star like I'm Drake though Pop out with that Draco Flip Bricks in the Bando I got lots a Pop star like I'm Drake though Pop out with that Draco Flip Bricks in the Bando I got lots a Mosh is back On the track All my haters still sound wack Imma blow That's fasho I'm neva go broke At the spot Gettin' top Then I'm bout to hit the block Money stackin' Bitch I'm packin' Better not catch no op lackin' Yeah Stack it up Stack it up All of my real niggas stack it up Rack it up Rack it up All of my real niggas rack it up Got me a baddie she boutta get rocked Gave me some bass in the back of the truck Keep me a Uzi Yeah I keep it tucked This one a doozy, you pushing your luck Demon at night, Niggas have been off the chain They call me Django Speaking spanish with the plug, Weight by the boat, Hasta luego Y'all speaking hate But suck my dick in the same day Y'all is some fake hoes I do work the work And bitch if you get in the way I up the draco They say they want a mosh pit mosh pit Yeah They say the want a mosh pit a mosh pit Haha They say they want a mosh pit mosh pit Yeah Like they don't who that nigga mosh is Mosh is back On the track All my haters Still sound wack Imma blow That's fasho I'm neva go broke At the spot Gettin' top Then I'm bout to hit the block Money stackin' Bitch I'm packin' Better not catch no op lackin'

Unloaded a clip Hopped back in the whip Then copped me a zip Just filled out a slip It's ready to ship I'm making the flip Then back to the strip The squad is equipped We stacking the chips Yeah I got the drip She throwing it back I hit it I dip And now I'm back on one bitch On the track still talkin my shit Flexed up on the gram all you want with the chains and the bands Nigga that ain't it Now I'm back in yo bitch And I know you won't do shit She wanted a nigga That bust that shit down So I let her come ride on this dick I'm on top of the world yeah I'm on top of the world yeah I'm on top of the world yeah I pay no attention To haters no no I'm livin my life Like I'm Han Solo Rollin up the loud Cause the volume low low Stacking up the bands As I watch them grow I pay no attention To haters no no My money so long I'mma never go broke Remember back When I was livin low low Stacking up these bands As I watch them grow You salty lm lit Don't care if you rich End up in a ditch I'm swaggin you not Yo girl is a thot I hit it a lot Get out my face Get back in your place You been lost the race Now you've been erased Yeah without a trace There won't be no case They want to criticize Enemy in disguise I got no time for your lies Niggas be acting surprised Yeah just copped a foreign aye The engine is roarin yeah She left cause you borin aye Your game had her snorin yeah I pay no attention To haters no no I'm livin my life Like I'm Han Solo Rollin up the loud Cause the volume low low Stacking up the bands As I watch them grow I pay no attention To haters no no My money so long I'mma never go broke Remember back When I was livin low low Stacking up these bands As I watch them grow Gunsmoke Won't choke Witness the hunt on beast mode Watch this Unfold I'm bout to Lose all Control God mode Cheat code I got too many Freak hoes On one Let's go I'm boutta Be at yo front door Yeah Let me say something Let me talk to em Let me get up in they chest Let me culture them See the haters in the corner Don't bother them Eyes on me like Pac Ten toes down Imma rock Feds watchin nonstop Yo they watchin non stop I'm on top of the world yeah I'm on top of the world yeah I'm on top of the world yeah Tell them again I pay no attention To haters no no I'm livin my life Like I'm Han Solo Rollin up the loud Cause the volume low low Stacking up the bands As I watch them grow I pay no attention To haters no no My money so long I'mma never go broke Remember back When I was livin low low Stacking up these bands As I watch them grow