Songtexte




He's a gangster, bitch
G-Money
I'm at Phuc King, bustin' a knock on 88
Just seen an Asian, walked out with about eight chains
That's a Kobe plate right there, his shit 24K (There it go)
He just cashed a check with all blues
It's a good Friday (I'm on his ass)
Just seen his ass pull off, black Benz truck
Followed him two blocks down, noticed, I pulled up (Skrrt)
I bounced out, told his bitch ass, "Shut the fuck up" (Shut up)
Took his chains and all his money, nigga, it's a stickup
I smash off, now his mark ass tryna follow
If he get any closer, he gon' catch these hollows
He turned the other way, he tryna see tomorrow
I seen the awe in his eyes, he was feelin' sorrow
Nigga, on the gang, I just robbed me a chink
Made a few bands by pullin' up to Phuc King
How easy was that? Nigga, I robbed a goofy
I'll do it again, nigga, for that bloody money
More money, more problems (I don't trust shit)
More money, more problems (I'll bust shit)
More money, more problems (Just fucked a bad bitch)
More money, more problems (I'm from East Oakland, bitch)
More money, more problems (I don't trust shit)
More money, more problems (I'll bust shit)
More money, more problems (Just fucked a bad bitch)
More money, more problems (I'm from East Oakland, bitch)
That same day, I robbed that Asian at Phuc King
Later on that day, three cars behind me by Fish King
I turned a few corners, led them through the backstreets (Skrrt)
I parked the whip, no verse, I dropped like sixteen
It's two in 'em in each whip, that's six chinks
They all shot back, hit the whip, they missed me (Bop, bop, bop)
I should've bought a car, I just robbed him for twenty G's
Glad I didn't pull up to the house, shit would've been ugly
Looked in my rearview, I ain't seen shit in sight
Gotta remember, Asians be movin' like some mice
But gotta remember, nigga, I ain't nothin' nice
Looked left, looked right, seen that car on East Side
Shot the car on the left, the other car, I got behind (Bop, bop)
I smashed off, third car tried to cut me off like I'm blind (Skrrt)
Grabbed the chopper off the seat, hit both cars at the same time
Helicopters comin', I disappear, ain't doin' no time
More money, more problems (I don't trust shit)
More money, more problems (I'll bust shit)
More money, more problems (Just fucked a bad bitch)
More money, more problems (I'm from East Oakland, bitch)
More money, more problems (I don't trust shit)
More money, more problems (I'll bust shit)
More money, more problems (Just fucked a bad bitch)
More money, more problems (I'm from East Oakland, bitch)
More money, more problems (I don't trust shit)
More money, more problems (I'll bust shit)
More money, more problems (Just fucked a bad bitch)
More money, more problems (I'm from East Oakland, bitch)
More money, more problems (I don't trust shit)
More money, more problems (I'll bust shit)
More money, more problems (Just fucked a bad bitch)
More money, more problems (I'm from East Oakland, bitch)
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
More money, more



Autor(en): Sean Combs, Bernard Edwards, Steven Jordan, Christopher Wallace, Nile Rodgers, Mason Betha Copyright: Amani Music Publ. Inc., Bernard's Other Music, Steven A. Jordan Music Inc., Steven A. Jordan Music, Inc., Sony/atv Songs Llc, Mason Betha Publishing, Justin Combs Publishing Company Inc., Big Poppa Music, Emi April Music Inc.



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