Trafficking

Lyrics

[Chorus: Dyce Payne] Riding on the freeway, chacin money everyday And I don't care, no, I could stay in the house all day I stood outside with overtime I rep my city all the time Young niggas we came up doin crime [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Oh, you thought niggas just was rappin Till you came outside, and they was clappin See nothing, I don't know what's happening Everything I drop, that shit be slappin Fuck lotto, Imma catch a lick After this bottle, she goin get this dick You can have her back, I make it quick All this money made them niggas sick See that Rolli, that's a 50 piece That other bitch, that's his other neese The lil one, grab my other piece He a goon, I'm another beast [Chorus: Dyce Payne] Riding on the freeway, chacin money everyday And I don't care, no, I could stay in the house all day I stood outside with overtime I rep my city all the time Young niggas we came up doin crime [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] I ain't call you back cause you bor me Her pussy, that's another story Like my first Nintendo or Atari Throw the dice, like I play Monopoly In the club, when I first saw yo face No way, I made millions with my nigga Puffy Did it again with my nigga Wonndy All this weight, no jet ski Got a nine inside my Mozerati If I fuck with you, I do it for free [Chorus: Dyce Payne] Riding on the freeway, chacin money everyday And I don't care, no, I could stay in the house all day I stood outside with overtime I rep my city all the time Young niggas we came up doin crime