Who Don’t Love Money?

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ay, Chapo) Hum, uh, yeah Vampire, hm, dead files We ain't worried 'bout nobody, we got sticks when we walk out H-Hm, rock out Gang (Gang) [Chorus] We ain't worried 'bout nobody, we got sticks when we walk out This shit get wicked, I psych out Talm' 'bout that ra-ra, he piped down, rrr Yeah, he get gunned down Huh, and they know I got vampires 'round Huh, and they know I spray whole hundred rounds Huh, and I hit that boy with the .4 pound Huh, I had a pound of weight, like four pounds Don't play with the mobb, been around town Juggin' whatever, yeah, I'm gon' catch my mans, whatever I had a pop out with that lil' ass Glock today, but tomorrow I'll do better Play with the mobb, pluck head like a feather [Verse] Hm, I'm comin' in, with a hunnid' 'round (Hm) Whoa told me that he love them gun sounds (Hmm) If they play with us, I take the extra mile (Hm) And they left my brother in that dog pound (Gang) If he play with us, he get black rosed (Black rosed) Everybody know she a known ho They can never prove I had that stolo (Stolo) I ain't never gave a fuck about BOLO Know I got Mexican shooters like Cholo Once I shoot 'em down, I go call Kilo (Kilo) We send the blitz through the Telegram (Whoa) I'm the type to rob a fucking beaver dam I'm my own man, with no helping hands I was robbing shit, how I became a man Get it by myself, y'all was breastfed Y'all got due dates, just like an old head It's the band, whatever you wanna call it, gotta fit in this drum (Drum) Huh, yeah, bust 'til the goddamn white meat, like an Air Force One (One) Man, these niggas never talking 'bout nun I ain't going, I'm trusting this this gun I'll whack yo' ass, fell in love with hundun Nine millimeter hit his ass in the stomach I pulled the Drac' out and I got them boys running from me Huh, nigga came from nun', made a way just like Harriet Tubman That nigga ain't on shit, get a plunger Huh, yeah, yo' bitch gon' go Who don't love money? (Hmm, brr) I'ma do that job, give a fuck if it's sunny (Job) I just whack 'em, catch 'em, did that boy bad (Whack 'em, catch 'em) Look at the size of the clip, it's a whole 30 mag (30 Mag) Gotta VOB on Monday, walk out the court and I wag Baby Life, Spaz, like gun play, nigga, I'm on his ass Did the boy bad, I don't feel bad (I don't feel bad, yeah) Every time I go to the bank, nigga, I just laugh [Bridge] (Yeah, y'all niggas broke) (Yeah, y'all niggas broke) Who don't love money? Who don't love money? Huh, yo' bitch gon' go Who don't love money? [Chorus] Huh, gang We ain't worried 'bout nobody, we got sticks when we walk out This shit get wicked, I psych out Talm' 'bout that ra-ra, he piped down, rrr Yeah, he get gunned down Huh, and they know I got vampires 'round Huh, and they know I spray whole hundred rounds Huh, and I hit that boy with the .4 pound Huh, I had a pound of weight, like four pounds Don't play with the mobb, been around town Juggin' whatever, yeah, I'm gon' catch my mans, whatever I had a pop out with that lil' ass Glock today, but tomorrow I'll do better Play with the mobb, pluck head like a feather (Feather) [Outro] Mm, yeah, hunnid' 'round Who don't love money? Who don't love money? Who don't love money? Who don't love money? Huh, yo' bitch gon' go, who don't love money?