Текст песни Money - Nawfside Deuce feat. PoloBoyZae

Little nigga better relax Little nigga better relax
Little nigga better relax Little nigga better relax
Little nigga better relax Little nigga better relax
Little nigga better relax Little nigga better relax

Bitch i be speaking them facts
Yea i be getting them stacks
Little nigga better relax
Little nigga better Get back
G-star on me not wearing no slacks
Popping up just like attack
Niggas be ducks and they quack
Hit with these bullets now he gone
Collapse sleeping on me
Waking them up (uh yea) Just when they nap

Running to money like it was a lap
Little niggas better relax
If you want to try it then nigga it's wraps
Your diamonds are fake they made from glass

If you want some advice then you got to ask
Her pussy is fishy it's smelling bag
Little nigga better relax
Before these bullets eat your back

Niggas be running like track
Come see me
When i come through i got me a mask
Niggas watch me and they want to laugh
But I'm getting money and I'm on they ass

I'm getting this money you know that's my class
Getting this Green like some grass
I'm coming in 1st and these little niggas last
I do not look at the past
Up with the chopper and they running too fast

Nigga try run off
.40 eat His bakk
My patna ran off i shot him in the ass
Don't play with my scale nigga that ain't no Gas
The police took my gun
I ain't never been this mad

Trap on the block with a Glokk in my hand
Niggas up it on sight like wassup with your mans

Niggas be on the gram
But i be with the scrams

You know i got it on now
Used to be middle man

Poloboyzae and Nawfdeuce
I'm fucking these hoes by the two

These niggas be mad
When I'm spilling these lines
Cause a drought come they'll kill for a deuce

Got a chopper I ain't no crime stopper
I cut up the percs I don't pop them

Nigga let me get rich
You was scared than a bitch
When a nigga was on the block mobbing

Niggas showed me how to get some real cheese
I ain't talking no weed so i slowed down my robbing

Don't think it's sweet boy i been a young G
Nigga i was 15 went kicked door found a carbine

Nigga don't start to mug me
Unless you got a problem

Nigga beef on the gram
He died gun in his pocket

Niggas in these streets broke
Niggas don't love they momma

Nigga started beef

Died

Now she paying to drop him

Me and Zae Face
When we match its 3.5

Childish as fuck he still rolling point five

Don't get no money niggas just get high
Niggas junkies

They chasing the dragon real life

We was in school you was passing the tests
Kindergarten i was in ISS
You was broke stressing these hoes for a text
I was broke treating these hoes like the rest

Young nigga shit smoking weed
Fucking hoes with the bros
Nigga 16 my life start getting boring

Thought i did everything
Found me a plug
Now a nigga be on it
Up 6 in the morning

My little nigga hugging the hood
He still door locking
Catch him a whip and he pulling up on me
But he don't be hearing me
Tell him I'm done with that little nigga shit
Boy i just want the money Naw fr