STHHRESSED OUT

Lyrics

[Intro] It's a well known fact man We been gettin' money since get money And we still gettin' money, baby [Verse] Fresh out the block with a hunnid bands Shawty said she for the money, she don't want a man Feel like Kobe, I been ballin' with my right hand These niggas plottin', keep a .30 on my nightstand What? You don't like music, when you don't got bands? All these damn guns 'round me like we don't like hands I'm afraid to go out, police, they don't like niggas Run up on me, I'ma catch a life sentence I make the money jump while that bitch is hittin' switches Send a shot, AK, any nigga get up in the b'iness Flexin' on a fuck nigga, I don't like fitness Always talk about it, but nigga you don't like bitches Call this choppa "keeper," but it be send' more than kisses Pull this bitch out the right, he made the wrong decision Broke niggas always wanna knuckle up Boy, I keep a strap on me, better buckle up You a call us clean version we don't give a fuck Or you can call us NASA 'cause we send him up Yo ho goin' down, but the paper up Goddamn my hand hurt from all the paper cuts Bring the sweeper on the block told 'em, "Eat dust" I'm havin' money, baby, I don't want that free lunch I smoke loud, you gon' have to speak up My neck cold, now I know when that heat come