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Letra : Money On My Head
Whole lotta sus sh*t no scrub sh*t n***a
Get money and stop hating f**kboy
You understand me, aye aye aye
These n***as say it's money on my head but they ain't got enough
Looking for these n***as in these streets but they ain't popping up
I'm cutting through the other side but I ain't leave you dead enough
I'm snapping on my shooter he ain't paint that n***a red enough
Walk up on that n***a gun him down you know his head'll bust
I hear that n***a talking like he savage but he scared of us
Quick to let it blow you know my n***as some shooters, aye
We don't do no talking wе ain't with the computers
Black leadеrs of our days, yeah my n***as some bloods
See these diamonds round my neck, yeah I got this out the mud
Common revolution in progress, my n***a Juicy a crip
Step out and bounce I hit his line, my n***a Juicy'll trip
f**k I look like beef with n***as I'm too big for y'all
The first to make it out my city look what I did for y'all
You n***as cutting on my side what was you thinking though
You n***as getting out of line you need a spanking dawg
Mannie Fresh, watch a n***a get his roll on
Baby girl how you a freak you got your clothes on
When I pick up my lil shooter all he need is a molly
When I pick up my lil shooter he gon' catch him a body
These n***as say it's money on my head but they ain't got enough
Looking for these n***as in these streets but they ain't popping up
I'm cutting through the other side but I ain't leave you dead enough
I'm snapping on my shooter he ain't paint that n***a red enough
Walk up on that n***a gun him down you know his head'll bust
I hear that n***a talking like he savage but he scared of us
Quick to let it blow you know my n***as some shooters, aye
We don't do no talking we ain't with the computers
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, go)
Already be fly before I even board a flight (Just land)
Ducked off in the trenches they thought I was losing sight (Can't see me)
We push when it's necessary don't believe the hype (Go)
I'm a young n***a don't give a f**k and that's her favorite type
Man you know that ain't my speed why you running make a post
They gon' do it they gon' go
Boss and drug can't tell them blow (Shoot)
Hitters pulled a triple double they scored three times in a row
Prefer my drugs raw like me I hate when they play with the dope (f**k)
Hit my [?] for a reason he a rat and I knew it (Knew it)
Tunnel vision 'bout this paper how I'm getting straight to it (Gone)
Everything I do exclusive, this the latest in Louie (Drip)
Ain't a soul f**king with me, we can end the conclusion
Facts
These n***as say it's money on my head but they ain't got enough
Looking for these n***as in these streets but they ain't popping up
I'm cutting through the other side but I ain't leave you dead enough
I'm snapping on my shooter he ain't paint that n***a red enough
Walk up on that n***a gun him down you know his head'll bust
I hear that n***a talking like he savage but he scared of us
Quick to let it blow you know my n***as some shooters, aye
We don't do no talking we ain't with the computers
I'd rather catch him in the car than catch him on feet, aye
Yeah you scoped but I'ma catch you n***as four deep
The way he ran them down you swear them boys had no heat
Them n***as chicken, yeah they sour, yeah they so sweet
Semi looking clean, Wavy where you got your fade at?
n***as wanna ride shotgun they see me laid back
See them keys and them guns there, you can have that
Please don't call my phone if you hesitate to grab that
n***as hollering gang just to flip me up on Snapchat
When I up you gon' run, you won't have no time to clap back
Spin a n***a round, put two shots in his snapback
Leave a n***a in the store in a bag, like some Rap Snacks
These n***as say it's money on my head but they ain't got enough
Looking for these n***as in these streets but they ain't popping up
I'm cutting through the other side but I ain't leave you dead enough
I'm snapping on my shooter he ain't paint that n***a red enough
Walk up on that n***a gun him down you know his head'll bust
I hear that n***a talking like he savage but he scared of us
Quick to let it blow you know my n***as some shooters, aye
We don't do no talking we ain't with the computers
Get money and stop hating f**kboy
You understand me, aye aye aye
These n***as say it's money on my head but they ain't got enough
Looking for these n***as in these streets but they ain't popping up
I'm cutting through the other side but I ain't leave you dead enough
I'm snapping on my shooter he ain't paint that n***a red enough
Walk up on that n***a gun him down you know his head'll bust
I hear that n***a talking like he savage but he scared of us
Quick to let it blow you know my n***as some shooters, aye
We don't do no talking wе ain't with the computers
Black leadеrs of our days, yeah my n***as some bloods
See these diamonds round my neck, yeah I got this out the mud
Common revolution in progress, my n***a Juicy a crip
Step out and bounce I hit his line, my n***a Juicy'll trip
f**k I look like beef with n***as I'm too big for y'all
The first to make it out my city look what I did for y'all
You n***as cutting on my side what was you thinking though
You n***as getting out of line you need a spanking dawg
Mannie Fresh, watch a n***a get his roll on
Baby girl how you a freak you got your clothes on
When I pick up my lil shooter all he need is a molly
When I pick up my lil shooter he gon' catch him a body
These n***as say it's money on my head but they ain't got enough
Looking for these n***as in these streets but they ain't popping up
I'm cutting through the other side but I ain't leave you dead enough
I'm snapping on my shooter he ain't paint that n***a red enough
Walk up on that n***a gun him down you know his head'll bust
I hear that n***a talking like he savage but he scared of us
Quick to let it blow you know my n***as some shooters, aye
We don't do no talking we ain't with the computers
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, go)
Already be fly before I even board a flight (Just land)
Ducked off in the trenches they thought I was losing sight (Can't see me)
We push when it's necessary don't believe the hype (Go)
I'm a young n***a don't give a f**k and that's her favorite type
Man you know that ain't my speed why you running make a post
They gon' do it they gon' go
Boss and drug can't tell them blow (Shoot)
Hitters pulled a triple double they scored three times in a row
Prefer my drugs raw like me I hate when they play with the dope (f**k)
Hit my [?] for a reason he a rat and I knew it (Knew it)
Tunnel vision 'bout this paper how I'm getting straight to it (Gone)
Everything I do exclusive, this the latest in Louie (Drip)
Ain't a soul f**king with me, we can end the conclusion
Facts
These n***as say it's money on my head but they ain't got enough
Looking for these n***as in these streets but they ain't popping up
I'm cutting through the other side but I ain't leave you dead enough
I'm snapping on my shooter he ain't paint that n***a red enough
Walk up on that n***a gun him down you know his head'll bust
I hear that n***a talking like he savage but he scared of us
Quick to let it blow you know my n***as some shooters, aye
We don't do no talking we ain't with the computers
I'd rather catch him in the car than catch him on feet, aye
Yeah you scoped but I'ma catch you n***as four deep
The way he ran them down you swear them boys had no heat
Them n***as chicken, yeah they sour, yeah they so sweet
Semi looking clean, Wavy where you got your fade at?
n***as wanna ride shotgun they see me laid back
See them keys and them guns there, you can have that
Please don't call my phone if you hesitate to grab that
n***as hollering gang just to flip me up on Snapchat
When I up you gon' run, you won't have no time to clap back
Spin a n***a round, put two shots in his snapback
Leave a n***a in the store in a bag, like some Rap Snacks
These n***as say it's money on my head but they ain't got enough
Looking for these n***as in these streets but they ain't popping up
I'm cutting through the other side but I ain't leave you dead enough
I'm snapping on my shooter he ain't paint that n***a red enough
Walk up on that n***a gun him down you know his head'll bust
I hear that n***a talking like he savage but he scared of us
Quick to let it blow you know my n***as some shooters, aye
We don't do no talking we ain't with the computers
