Feat Rocky Diamonds
50 bottles, need 50 more
I guess that's what they hate us for
WE THROWING MONEY, YOU KNOW WE GOT IT
You ain't throwing nothing cause you ain't got it
50 bottles, need 50 more
I guess that's what they hate us for
WE THROWING MONEY, YOU KNOW WE GOT IT
You ain't throwing nothing cause you ain't'got it
I'm in this bitch throwing that money like rice, we came to party tonight
Spending the profit I made off that white
Oh, that's your girl, well she ain't tonight
You know my cane, all of them Taylors insane
Don't make em fuck up your frame
All of them bottles on top of your brain
When they get to marching it ain't a parade
My diamonds they messing, just got an affection
I can get it groupie, you know that we passing
Just hop out a classy you ain't ever seen in your life
My watch makes you just panic
Control, Kendrick got Janet
Out of them niggas that you just manage
To convince you be in traffic, more DJ bits cause we rapping
All of the club owners know us, all on that gang game, ain't shit change
But this changed, I got 6 change
With Jordan hands, that's 6 range, what
Somebody call the waitress please
Cause I know that's what niggas hate to see
And we don'' do the bar tab
I just give a girl my car and I go off mack
And if you bout to tell me girl with the plan
Jury all hop and scrr scrr, go get my car fast
50 bottles, need 50 more
I guess that's what they hate us for
WE THROWING MONEY, YOU KNOW WE GOT IT
You ain't throwing nothing cause you ain't got it
50 bottles, need 50 more
I guess that's what they hate us for
WE THROWING MONEY, YOU KNOW WE GOT IT
You ain't throwing nothing 'cause you ain't got it
Of any man momma they don't want
Murder 100 ground drummers from that young nigga in that Suburban
Got no time to feel cause every second is urgent
Some niggas like splurging, some niggas like service
Some bitches hate working, some bitches ain't hurting
Pull up and make your fucking block shit like it's nervous
Most bitches ain't worth it, learned that shit when I was young
Never leave the crib without kissing your mama or you're gone
What the fuck you gonna do when the niggas run up on you and tell you run that shit
No more talking, all guns sparking, fuck this rap shit
No more beefing, I'm eating, you beefing chiefin' on me
Your bitch be fucking on me, your kingdom move here along me
Got the 40 no oat eaters, niggas seem like go ringy
I'm the youngest OG
They should all bow down to the re
In the blur blowing loud with my homies cheffin'
T got MOB, tell Wiz I'm ready
50 bottles, need 50 more
I guess that's what they hate us for
WE THROWING MONEY, YOU KNOW WE GOT IT
You ain't throwing nothing cause you ain't got it
50 bottles, need 50 more
I guess that's what they hate us for
WE THROWING MONEY, YOU KNOW WE GOT IT
You ain't throwing nothing cause you ain't got it