Текст песни Come Back Wit It - Z-RO

Oh
I'm in love with the money, man
And I bet you ain't gonna take it from me, man

'Cause I'm a real nigga (got nigga)
Stop walking, look on me, trying to touch me, man
The people gonna be stapling, lock us to McMain
You wanna get killed, nigga

I don't own nobody jack me
Most of these rebels out here owe me at least a stock, man
I used to cook, get it with crack and come back with that bag (bag)

It took no time balling
Ain't happen that fag
Now I'm in the kitchen so run

Grabbing that cash
And now the Jack has let me make it cook
They know I don't clap a thing here

You ain't talking about money
You ain't talking to me
And if you ain't going to the money
Why you walking with me?

Guess what dawn on that
Even if I tried
I could jump and fall off
Too much money on my mind (what you have with there is another wing)

Yeah, no but now I'm really tasting the flavor
(With the good life)
That's why

I'm chasing this paper
I gotta go get it
24-7, I'm staying on my grind

Now I'm in no good with my hustle
But you promised for bust us
I go full, they get remit from every goddamn time

I'm broken and they come back with it
Everything and every night
Come back with it

Except everything no need to hide
Breaking in and come back with it
I'm counting it that says, life
And I just can't leave with my money ain't right

Guess who's busy?
Hang out the sidelines
You thought it was over, uh-huh

Back in the game now, oh-oh
Who ain't nothing to a step up
Made a couple moves on these punks with each other

Man, got to each others rhyme
For grandpa-pa
Need them broke down

It's five feet the apostle
He n-never seen a nigga working like me
Service everything from a poser to a three

Drank, set his self up
Need your help this time
Murph a couple hotter nigga
Quiet as jump

He need now see me rhyme
He exposing my head
He ain't gonna tell me she's the already know a drag, man

Balls hard
Nigga, making it big
Screwed up
Clearly fucked up what I've done been

I just wish papa's here to see these niggas' faces
I'm gonna set it big
Hit the raid up places

I'm chasing this paper
I gotta go get it
24-7, I'm staying on my grind

Now I'm in no good with my hustle
But you promised for bust us
I go full, they get remit from every goddamn time

I'm broken and they come back with it
Everything and every night
Come back with it

Except everything no need to hide
Breaking in and come back with it
I'm counting it that says, life
And I just can't leave with my money ain't right

I've been chasing paper so much
I think I put my hand stray (stray)
Work myself up, pick me up
'Cause ain't nobody gonna me a damn thing

Somebody never had to drop
Go back around
I won't be ass house

Still got drink
Still got weed
And enough money to buy a house

Lemonade
That's like my dad's money, gang
Make so much fast money, man

With two thousand thirty
When they get to live again another last money
Trying to get my Jay pretzel on

Taking it easy on you
Get over here
But don't sweat it on my satellite phone (woah)

He lest chest let you put us, go ahead
And follow home (follow home)
'Cause you don't wanna see us with that black man's phone

Right here
(Right here)
You see it, get danus
Been a drop for two years
We gonna be a nigga fake

And drop C
Bring out the dummies at
When we grind the bags at
We flush they're ass at (hahaha)

You don't know
You says she trying, nigga
Come with me with my fang on with trigger

I'm chasing this paper
I gotta go get it
24-7, I'm staying on my grind

Now I'm in no good with my hustle
But you promised for bust us
I go full, they get remit from every goddamn time

I'm broken and they come back with it
Everything and every night
Come back with it

Except everything no need to hide
Breaking in and come back with it
I'm counting it that says, life
And I just can't leave with my money ain't right

Wassup?
What's over, yo
Ain't know no hard way

Buzz up
Plotting over
Z-Ro, keeping together
You know how we go
We gotta spangle your bros anytime (here we go)

When we come back
You better be are (hahaha)
Welcome home guys where you fuck all over your mom

It's a big, big house
Take that
Screwed up pick me over, nigga
You know what to do (nigga, nigga, nigga)