Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jim Jones] [?] bad table manners And a room with gun toaters with some bad grammar Speady cars [?] skanner The inside is [?] like the sleigh from Santa Got killers filled with anticipation Send your mind, body and soul on a trip to Satan To conspire, get you time for ophiliation You ain't getting money, time is what you really wasting And they say a great mind is what can heal a nation Do the mathimatics, my lifetime's a real equasion Three bitches, one drop with the roof atatched [?] you niggas so small [?] And we super strapped Know we shooting back [?] black [Chorus: Sen City] [?] count your money, you ain't got none [?] bottoms up [?] money over bitches Read the tags on the glass, we styling on these niggas [?] Riding on empty You niggas riding on empty Riding on empty [?] You niggas riding on empty Riding on empty You niggas riding on empty [?] [Verse 2: Mel Matrix] [?] you don't pose a threat We all hotheaded, push that brazy [?] Stuntin on these niggas till they sick of me And on my waistline is where the [?]'ll be And the Aston four doors, we mobbin on you niggas like [?] Sliding out the club with bout three or four hoes They all getting gritty [?] You know my habbits, money [?] My lil homie trigger happy [?] [?] swiss cheese [?] Throw a red rag in the air and hollar [?] [?] You know a thug motto forever, we screaming G's up And [?] the morals of a life [?] Situation real, not the [?] [Chorus: Sen City] [?] count your money, you ain't got none [?] bottoms up [?] money over bitches Read the tags on the glass, we styling on these niggas [?] Riding on empty You niggas riding on empty Riding on empty [?] You niggas riding on empty Riding on empty You niggas riding on empty [?]