At The Table

Lyrics

[Intro: Project Poppa] (Stuntman) (BeatGang) Ayy, [?], nigga Ayy, choppers on the counter, nigga Countin' by the hour, nigga Ayy, ayy [Verse 1: Project Poppa & ShredGang Mone] Glocks on the floor, and them Dracs too (Dracos) Twenty-ball the long way, that's what that roll do (Rollin') Said I quit smokin' and gamblin' too But, shit, I'm blowed right now, shit, I was lyin', boo (Man) Money counter clickin' back and forth Ten flowin' in, boys got ten more That's a dub, and you ain't seen it 'cause you poor (You broke) 7.62s'll knock a pussy on the floor, nigga Two days of stackin', spent it on a chain (Grams) Made it back the same night, threw it on some lames (Rainin') Rerocked off that, went and bought some frames Let me stop 'cause y'all ain't even in my bracket range Young nigga, yeah, I'm savage with it (Yeah) Hit a nigga bitch quick, you know I'm reckless, nigga (You know I'm rеckless with it, nigga) So save that actin', nigga (Save that shit) 'Forе I get your ass attacked, lil' nigga [Chorus: Project Poppa] Choppers on the floor, money on the table (Choppers) Money flowin' in, fuck your record label (Fuck y'all niggas) All these gold chains be in your own lane (Gang, gone) When it's time to eat, we all at the table (At the table, nigga) Choppers on the floor, money on the table (Choppers) Money flowin' in, fuck your record label (Fuck y'all niggas) All these gold chains be in your own lane When it's time to eat, we all at the table [Verse 2] I don't need your money, bitch, ho, I'm self-made I'ma do this shit all alone, bitch, I'm self-paid Sharper than a motherfucker, cuttin' like a switchblade Let them niggas stay bummy, at the bottom, they'll hate If I sign this record deal, family roles they'll play If I don't sign shit, everybody fade away My brother got a thirty pack, best believe I'm gettin' ten Get my thumbs stronger while I'm flickin' through them Benjamins Vtay said put that play down Do it for a check, from the D back to Oaktown Leavin' out of state, that don't mean that you safe now Three deep in the red van, couple chop rounds Big bills on the gun, we don't hold stocks now Growin' weed in the back, my niggas in this damn house Big bills on the gun, we don't hold stocks now Growin' weed in the back, my niggas in this damn house [Chorus: Project Poppa & ShredGang Mone] Choppers on the floor, money on the table (Choppers) Money flowin' in, fuck your record label (Fuck y'all niggas) All these gold chains be in your own lane (Gang, gone) When it's time to eat, we all at the table (At the table, nigga) Choppers on the floor, money on the table (Choppers) Money flowin' in, fuck your record label (Fuck y'all niggas) All these gold chains be in your own lane (ShredGang, nigga) When it's time to eat, we all at the table [Verse 3: ShredGang Mone] Glock on my hip, Bobby Shmurda, I'm a hot nigga Thirty-six hours to open, we brought them chops with us (Got them chops, nigga) I'm sick of niggas talkin' shit, but they is not with it Catch a body, pour a four, nigga, I feel like Sky Diggins (Uh-huh) Any time I go lurkin', we got five pistols (Strap) And I'm only fuckin' with niggas who gon' die with me Molly in the blunts, spark it up, I got tipsy (Woo, woo), ayy I'm a motherfuckin' menace (Yeah) With the own lane in the 'jects, in the trenches Throwin' up the 5s, hoes off the Percs trippin' MAC around my neck, try to slide, it get ignant Loyal to my niggas, defend the block just like Pippen Water on me, Shred, try to reach, you'd be missing (R.I.P.) Mad about these hoes, I'm just thinkin' 'bout the spinach Loud in the lean, seem I never reach my limits (Nah) That's 'cause all the niggas they be findin' in the river We Shred [Chorus: Project Poppa] Choppers on the floor, money on the table (Choppers) Money flowin' in, fuck your record label (Fuck y'all niggas) All these gold chains be in your own lane (Gang, gone) When it's time to eat, we all at the table (At the table, nigga) Choppers on the floor, money on the table (Choppers) Money flowin' in, fuck your record label (Fuck y'all niggas) All these gold chains be in your own lane When it's time to eat, we all at the table [Outro] (Stuntman) (BeatGang)