Atlanta Nights

Lyrics

[Intro: FMB DZ] Hmm The money, the jewelry, the cars Don't mean shit if you about you'd watch your— ayy [Chorus: FMB DZ] The money, the jewelry, the cars Don't mean shit if you'd watch your dogs starve I got some real niggas locked behind the wall I put my mans on just to catch that fall Not only that, I wanna see that nigga ball Get a nigga block wiped out with one call All the bad bitches wanna fuck a superstar Ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom smokin' Shark I always spin the block a couple times before I park Yeah, we'd hit his block broad day before it's dark, yeah Meet him at his house and get him blew before he walk in Niggas know thеy never supposed to disrеspect the boss man I keep a 40 on me, that nigga my best friend I won't even touch the mic without my backend Let me catch a nigga in my city and he ain't tapped in I just gave a fiend a half a gram for a MAC 10, woop [Verse 1: FMB DZ] I don't care who them niggas is or who they run with Fast Money Boys, turn around, my niggas run shit Ain't no nigga never pressed me 'cause we the pressers Paranoid, keep a ten milli on the dresser And I got a house full of hoes like Hugh Hefner Four-five'll flip a nigga over like a spatula Ten different hoes every day like I'm a bachelor The bitch walked in wearing Louis, we was matchin' Eighty-inch flats on every wall in the pad Christmas comin' up, my mama said she want a Jag' My bitch sell bad, every month she get a bag She got a BBL, I spent ten thousand for the ass I had to get my mind together, had to get that stash right Ridin' with a blicky on me, it come with a flashlight Flyin' state to state tryna see who got some glass pints FMB, SGE, bitch, we live the fast life (Ayy) [Chorus: FMB DZ] The money, the jewelry, the cars Don't mean shit if you'd watch your dogs starve I got some real niggas locked behind the wall I put my mans on just to catch that fall Not only that, I wanna see that nigga ball Get a nigga block wiped out with one call All the bad bitches wanna fuck a superstar Ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom smokin' Shark I always spin the block a couple times before I park Yeah, we'd hit his block broad day before it's dark, yeah Meet him at his house and get him blew before he walk in Niggas know they never supposed to disrespect the boss man I keep a 40 on me, that nigga my best friend I won't even touch the mic without my backend Let me catch a nigga in my city and he ain't tapped in I just gave a fiend a half a gram for a MAC 10, woop [Verse 2: Yung Marley & FMB DZ] Let me catch a nigga smokin' Shark 'til he ain't come from me Niggas know I got the biggest salt, that's why they fuck with me I done gave you everything I had, what more do you want from me? Too bad went to Ocean View, but nah, I don't want no company I could stop it if I could, I'd motivate you for the hood Rolled eight, nine grams, I can't fit it in a 'Wood Two cell phones beatin' in the trap, always rolled I told 'em catch every play, I give a fuck if they patrol I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head Get a plug or lose your life, nigga, how you wanna play it? Screamin', "R.I.P Tuck", we want forty on my hands Slidin' in the Lamb' truck, killers on the sprinter van I put my nigga on his feet, he'd crutch if I need him Tell him bust, he gon' squeeze 'em, if he hungry, I'ma feed him I like to see my niggas shinin', Forgiatos on the Bimmer I'm a million-dollar nigga, but surrounded by them demons (Ayy, yeah) [Chorus: FMB DZ & Yung Marley] The money, the jewelry (Ayy), the cars Don't mean shit if you'd watch your dogs starve (What?) I got some real niggas locked behind the wall I put my mans on just to catch that fall Not only that, I wanna see that nigga ball Get a nigga block wiped out with one call All the bad bitches wanna fuck a superstar Ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom smokin' Shark I always spin the block a couple times before I park Yeah, we'd hit his block broad day before it's dark, yeah Meet him at his house and get him blew before he walk in Niggas know they never supposed to disrespect the boss man I keep a 40 on me, that nigga my best friend I won't even touch the mic without my backend Let me catch a nigga in my city and he ain't tapped in I just gave a fiend a half a gram for a MAC 10, woop