40's on the Floor

Keep a band full of 100s in a brown bag
Ima east coast nigga wit a south swag
And you know im by myself when im pullin up
I been in the gym bitch im buildin up

And i die for this shit what i hurt for
And im coming to collect on what i worked for
Shootin through the fuck niggas at the feont door
I been liftin up and dropping 40s on the floor

This shit is simple tho my nigga it aint hard to keep up
I used to roll wit my nigga when he threw them cs up
If you flexing like you got it hoe then put your cheese up
Took them straps out the safe incase they wana squeez us
Got a problem wit what im doin you should come and see us
Poppa told keep it moving why the fuck we need trust
Momma told me that she love me they could never be us
Bitch im climbing to the top so we can post them bs up

No i cant trust none of you niggas
I already took ya bitch and ran through a few niggas
I move around agressive cause i been through the ringer
So i gotta roll around wit my finger on the trigger

Aint a damn thing i wont do
Watch me hop in that Bentley with the chrome shoes
Had your girl in the sprinter wit my whole crew
She was gettin freaky dont know what she told you