Lyrics

[Intro] Bloc-Bl-Bloc Star, trick! Hahahahahaha [Verse 1: X-Raided] I'm on one, chopsticks, feeling like a Shogun Bitch that ain't a pistol, that's a show gun Four runs, when I'm up to bat I'm hitting home runs When I hit your city, bet your hoe come Yeah, it's time to grind, all favors getting called in I put my chips on the table, going all in Loyalty and betrayal, these the people you call friends Family first, these the people we call kin We praying that god forgive us for all sins Balling, going 82-0, we taking all wins Walked in, caught me counting money, I was all grins Fuck what you niggas talking 'bout, we checking all chins, yeah [Chorus. Luni Colone] Yes, you fuckin' with a rich nigga (Bet) She ain't fuckin' with a bitch nigga (On the set) Punk niggas get ditchеd, nigga (Wet) Fuck around and get put in a ditch, nigga I just holla 'bout my dollaz I just holla 'bout my dollaz Yay! Yay! [Verse 2: Luni Coleone] I take it how I gеt it Most of you niggas bitches I got that thang on me, cuzz Did I forget to mention My niggas, yeah, we winning Y'all niggas playing tennis We dunking on these niggas Rising in this fuckin' business Tell me just who you are Serve niggas like a bar Leave your brains black and mushy like caviar [Verse 3: X-Raided] You niggas getting weak Your spirit is getting bleak They gon' play this on repeat the same day it hits the streets Get a sheet Your career is dead, ain't no coming back, nigga Don't nobody wanna hear you rap, nigga, facts, nigga We doing this on behalf of Sac, nigga And we the ones who put it on the map, nigga [Chorus. Luni Colone] Yes, you fuckin' with a rich nigga (Bet) She ain't fuckin' with a bitch nigga (On the set) Punk niggas get ditched, nigga (Wet) Fuck around and get put in a ditch, nigga I just holla 'bout my dollaz I just holla 'bout my dollaz Yay! Yay!