I Got 5

Lyrics

[Intro: Louie Ray] (It's a Wayne beat) Yeah, okay Alright I got, I got, yeah [Verse 1: Louie Ray] Fuck a hundred bands, I got five on it Jay, let's go half on a crib, I got five on it (On it) We can't adapt to fuck shit, it put a bind on us I used to buy a ball of dope and then survive on it Street was busy with a bunch of business, you could hide on it (C'mon) You know the streets was not nowhere to play 'cause niggas died on it (Baow) I'll think about some shit and then ride on it (Yeah) Niggas hating on the low, ain't no disguise for 'em (Yeah, fuck 'em) God got me doing this, bro, I ain't trying to show it (Yeah) I be fucking the money off like I'm trying to blow it Thirty on my, huh, put a five on it (Yeah) Twenty on my rent, put a five on it Twenty for my car, put a five on it To thе hood, I'm a legend, I'm dying a Kobe [Verse 2: YN Jay] Beechеr nigga, on my headstone, put a five on it Young dog kill for nothing, on your head, I put a five on it Bucktown nigga throwing B's, I put a hive on it Rondo on his brand-new jersey, put a 9 on it You don't want me walking in your yard? Put a sign on it You can't walk in my grass, it's a fine for it You can't hit my blunt out of line, it's a time for it Fifty thousand dollars ain't shit, nigga signed for it Everything you see me doin' now, I had to grind for it These shoes that I'm rocking right now cost five Jordans I'll put the heat to your body like an iron board You ain't got no money, you a lyin' boy Ran up my first 50K, I gotta grind more Fuck, I think it's snakes in my grass, I need a lawnmower I got friends I just yet mesterday and we bond more Fuck, I just ran out of Wock', I need to find more [Verse 3: Rio Da Young OG] Jay, you tryna drink a Wock' pint? I got five of 'em I got a white bitch who always stuff the pills and she drive for me Nigga pulled his gun out and I fired on him Picked the gun up, cocked it back and dropped five on 'em Yeah, I know you love your brother, would you die for him? My nigga stood up in front of jury and lied for me Oh, you like my Rio piece? I spent a dime on it Yeah, and I ain't sell a dime rock, I had to rhyme for it Louie say he still, he still grindin' for it Nigga shot at me in ninth grade, he still dyin' for it I know I got five pints of Wock', I need five more Whack him down to a eight, go— huh Whack him down to a eight, go out of town, get fifty-five for him Hmm, yeah, that's fifty-five thousand Nigga, I ain't buyin' no more jewelry, I'd rather buy houses I got a fiend who hit dope and try to climb mountains