Текст песни MB4L - Levi Carter

(Yayo)
This a letter for this shit
This a letter to my brother saying yea we finna be rich
This a letter to my mama saying yea we out dis bitch
This a letter to my father saying hmm rip
(Aye)
I want that bag i'm finna get rich
(Aye)
(Aye)
Aye don't nun move without them rips ay
(Aye)
A hunnit blues i need em in crip told my brother we standing tall and we don't fold inside that shit
(Aye)

And she keep saying yayo my heart like ice it's still cold n ion trip bout no hoe
They say no beef it's still smoke
They say don't blow i still blow
They say don't bitch they still bitch get to acting like hoes
They say get rich i'm still lit
Bitch i'm the meal ticket
That Clock still tickin
That Mop still blickin
She think she a city girl cuz she wan come to 305
I said bitch you ain't no city girl til u come see bout them pies
I think we was like 21 i seen pooh up in that kitchen
Niggas lame with no vision fuck tha opps we ain't wit em
I was on that dashboard for i ever hurd bout mixing
I was willing to crash for it for i eva hurd bout hittin
I was 12 turning 13 when i wanted to bang the set
N my cousin name Cece he'll put you on yo neck
N it's MBPDE when you see us you get wet
Money flag dis ain't dat dream team triple threat

(Dat Yayo)
(Yayo)
This a letter for this shit
This a letter to my brother saying yea we finna be rich
This a letter to my mama saying yea we out dis bitch
This a letter to my father saying hmm rip
(Aye)
(Luv dat nigga tho)
I want that bag i'm finna get rich
(Aye)
(Aye)
Aye don't nun move without them rips ay
(Aye)
A hunnit blues i need em in crip told my brother we standing tall and we don't fold inside that shit
(Aye)