We Pop

Gettin' money 'til the day we fall

We pop, we brawl, gettin' money 'til the day we fall

Double barrel shotgun, pop son

I told nigga, just not run

I saw him on 205th in

FordhamThis dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him

I blown ya, you need a blood donor

My bitch ghetto, like

Florida and

LaroniaLaundry mat hoes, who want clothes?

I flow checks, one followed by six

O'sI got hoes, in codes, in different areas

Four ton whips that's sittin' on interiors

The bass shake in the club like it's earthquakin'

I cock arm, pass the bomb, like

Troy Aikman

Play the basement like

Bruce Wayne and

Dick Grayson

You miserable, you get kidnapped by

Kathy Bason

Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin'

Of Wu Killa

Bee, what's your total malfunction?

We pop, we brawl, get money 'til the day we fall

My glock, my four, throw shots through your bedroom door

From the P's, to the morgue, cop

Louie all the way to my drawers

We pop, we brawl, get money 'til the day we fall

Come on, let's cut the crap, money,

I've been gettin' this rap money

Crack money, stack money,

I'm tryin' to get that

Shaq money

That Mike

Tyson, Michael

Jordan, Michael

Jack' money

Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money

Act funny, ya'll make me laugh

Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a baby's ass

These lazy ass labels, fuck you, pay me cash

My crazy path promoted me into a

Mercedes class

We pop, we brawl, get money 'til the day we fall

My glock, my four, throw shots through your bedroom door

From the P's, to the morgue, cop

Louie all the way to my drawers

We pop, we brawl, get money 'til the day we fall

Yeah, all ya'll can see is the back of my jersey

Blowin' in the wind, goin' back to

JerseyOff to

Brooklyn, left you back in

JerseyI was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback jersey

Shame on a nigga, take it back to

DirtyRun, game on a nigga,

I'll be back in thirty

Seconds, got the world's greatest record

And that money

I'mma spend it like a greatest record

This Division, all the ladies respect it

Disrespect it and the eighty'll check it

It ain't hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the steel

Niggas that

I clap, lookin' for me still'

Til they look like they came out of

George Foreman grill

Thoughts are stolen on free, must be on them crills

Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill'

Thoughts are rollin' on

E, must be on the pills

We pop, we brawl, get money 'til the day we fall

My glock, my four, throw shots through your bedroom door

From the P's, to the morgue, cop

Louie all the way to my drawers

We pop, we brawl, get money 'til the day we fall

We pop, we brawl, gettin' money 'til the day we fall

We pop, we brawl, gettin' money 'til the day we fall

We pop, we brawl, gettin' money 'til the day we fall

We pop, we brawl, gettin' money 'til the day we fall