Nebula Testo

Hands up like it's a stick up
Talk so funny, shit I'm running,
With that hapy that's my niggas
Swerve that money, dick like c block
Even if it's purple, swear to god that shit about to kill us
'Cause these paycheck is like they see mama buy from the villa
Minimum weight that's iller,
Got all that in my swisher, sign dollars and hour burn it
Inhale it and take a picture
2 gigs of data, fuck it, 2 gigs of data, that's something But each and every show we get saying there ain't no custom
Plan if you say nothing, plan if you say something
'Cause conscience talking getting mills and I'm way past late for luncheon
I try to speak my mind, nobody hears my voice and
If I ain't about that grind know my daddy all disappointed
So fuck it, I'm bout the money now
All these bitches I dane in cold
Like I said it's so funny now
Bitches always be standing hoes
My way now that I made it
Me myself and my making
From the 90's not sense though
They might, might not get famous

(x2)
Drop it, drop it low, nigga what you fronting for?
Gotta taste the money, best believe a nigga want some more
All you gets who cop that hoe, at the corner at the store
Niggas burning all that dope, I stay glided on the low
Tell that Dennis talking for real
Hey you better pop in that grill
And if she ain't dropping that ass
Best believe they copin' the field
Sativa got me with feel
Shit is easy eat dough for real
Till they see you squeeze a niggas beans
Sleazy for copin' pills
I got 99 problems, all of them and I be shopping for grills
Tell them that cool ass jazz, 'cause it's rock'n'roll up in here
Get your motherfucking pill
Get you motherfuckers killed
And as for money, then shit, you got a motherfucking deal, racks!

Slow down, I black 4 down, for the go down
For the backs of the cash and get my own now
Dingo baby, hear me I'm saying
For every one of our kids who make it I don't know now
I thought you get a job
My baby you see me sitting, how bout a good massage
You think I'm one of your bitches?
Get up off your ass, if you wanna take in desire
500 dollars, I tell you this shit is fire
When I try it, you thinking I'm high,
Got a reason to slide brown, but taking up the deal like a liar
You see I'm like a king, your baby bitches apply for
To be in my prior over d after I die, 'cause I'm willing to fly
Hit you high in your eyes for your lies then you lie
Pop, pop, then you die but you cry and you try
And you caress me in my own thoughts
Take it up with my dick give me the dice, baby

(x2)
Drop it, drop it low, nigga what you fronting for?
Gotta taste the money, best believe a nigga want some more
All you gets who cop that hoe, at the corner at the store
Niggas burning all that dope, I stay glided on the low