Lyrics

[Intro: Yaseen Rosay] Money on my head now (money, money) Many drop top, livin' all that, putting money— I'm a fuckin' top top Yaseen [Verse 1: Yaseen Rosay] If they ever put the money on my head Then tell em put the price up, and whatever is coming for me Be ready to give your life up [?] Going down like no bitch, how you think I got my stripes up And you goin' down with me even if it's suicidal Do or die is how we riding, 15 I had it hidden (Where?) Right, about where my dicers, best believe I exorcise it Realist How my life is, these pussies stay your liers Even though they move like snakes, still I keep it like a lion Yeah, a lion in this jungle, and bitch I had to hustle Bitch I did some shit that I regret that's why I'm trouble (trouble) Bitch come out of my house 'cause you never understand me I don't need a sket, I need a wife with a family All these sins, all these sins and they eating up my conscience Now I'm back by this judge, and he's waitin' up my prospect I'll stand up in your court, but I will never call you honour And I'm in god's hands, so bitch do you what you wanna I don't wanna, puff this marijuana, but I think I have to [?] be dramas that I'm always back to [?] the mac and ride out A bitch that call you soft fuck That give me six squirts I'm make this bitch bucks now [Chorus: Yaseen Rosay] Yeah (yeah) pop that trunk (trunk) fuckin' being sanic Two for you, pussy sing free your bitches I made a look for the snakes and lookin' out for snitches Put the money on my head and best be six digits (six digits) six digits (six digits) six digits Put the money on my head and best be six digits (six digits) six digits (six digits) six digits I dare you hide the price fuckin' g ho' [Verse 2: L Jinny] Puttin' money on my hand, don't put that under your bed Tell em I'm comin' instead (gratata) drumin' and ted I ain't lookin' back wallahi they should get jacked Akhi come down with the ting gratata [?] No word of a lie, in order to burden in the sky I ain't gassed from nothin', Wallahi they try to murder me twice Soon I'll be back to revenge akis are packin' a sken No one will be in humble family this won't happen again This won't happen again, expect no love in these streets So what I'll handle the pain, just in [?] slugs that he's needs Come next month, caught up or I be duckin' police I kept it humble and peace, for these fuckers under my feet I did it when he show me, any love now But they wanna know me, bring the rap round I did it when they phone me, when my funds down But the rappers trappin' lonely, do they sounds loud Its fake love (fake) Fake love (fake) Fake love I'm sick of this fake love [Verse 3: ESA] Ayo, I'm tied up the cheese, thinking about my enemies The way I'm livin' I ain't meant [?] Seen alot of shit I ain't meant to see on the street Getting ain't no peace Who's real who's fake like let me see Put money on my head, and I won't let you breathe In a soul and my head, don't let it sleep Wanna roll late night till the sun I see All the sure I see, but your truancy These fake motherfuckers and they true as me Don't move like a [?] when it cost to beef More like flash can silk the heat Don't come around me with Bad energy, I know bad fights And these mad times, I see mad signs Mad nights you better act right Or at least that will happen is mad fight [Chorus: Yaseen Rosay] Yeah (yeah) pop that trunk (trunk) fuckin' being sanic Two for you, pussy sing free your bitches I made a look for the snakes and lookin' out for snitches Put the money on my head and best be six digits (six digits) six digits (six digits) six digits Put the money on my head and best be six digits (six digits) six digits (six digits) six digits I dare you hide the price fuckin' g ho'