Burna Bandz, Houdini - Wass Ties lyrics

They want the gang to get signed
Money still be on my mind
Still money on my mind turn that up Kudo

No word of a lie
Can't leave my brothers behind
Money still be on my mind got Wass ties
They want the gang to get signed
But it's gonna take us some time
Wass ties, fly the fam to Dubai
All for the love of the guys
Fast life, fancy car, flashy ice
Reach for, think twice and I'm on a road
You know I stick to the code
You know that I'll never fold
I'm coolin' wit' bro, he got a Glock 4 0
Aim for the top, not the toe
Aim for the nose, leave the case closed
And your bitch chose, she already know
Fly cross the country to trap out the home
Young nigga thug, real to the bone

Fly cross the country to trap out the home
(I'm flying)
We used to serve all the stones (Stones)
We made killing, up all these phones
(Killing)
Remember the days, livin' off zones
It's just a shame, I'm fucking his hoe
Whatever I say, you know it go
Whatever I made, know can't fold
The price of my Range if I want a Rover
The price of my Range if I want a Rover
(yeah)
If we miss his top, then he had a clover
(Lucky)
Shawty lookin' for some closure (What)
She want me to tell her it's over (Wack)
Roll wit' them demons in the lights
And we drift, and we creepin' at night
(In the light)
Trappin' and duckin' the D's while
Niggas be sleeping at night
Man, these niggas be sleeping at night
(Sleeping at night)
So, these niggas be sleeping all day
(Sleeping all day)
'Cause these niggas they ain't getting paid
(Ain't getting paid)
And they ain't got no one to blame
(No one to blame)
VVS diamond, shine bright (Bling)
And my Fendi drip, going blind
She wanna fuck with me for the night (yeah)
By the morning, gotta catch a flight

No word of a lie
Can't leave my brothers behind
Money still be on my mind got Wass ties
They want the gang to get signed
But it's gonna take us some time
Wass ties, fly the fam to Dubai
All for the love of the guys
Fast life, fancy car, flashy ice
Reach for, think twice and I'm on a road
You know I stick to the code
You know that I'll never fold
I'm coolin' wit' bro, he got a Glock 4 0
Aim for the top, not the toe
Aim for the nose, leave the case closed
And your bitch chose, she already know
Fly cross the country to trap out the home
Young nigga thug, real to the bone

Like, fuck a mob tie nigga, we got Wass ties
And I gave him frog eyes
Run up, bought some more ice (Ice, ice)
Bro spin a block for the fourth time
He caught a opp with a goldmine (Woo)
With this 09, bad ass kids in 09
I got me a trapline
Tell me who wanna get co-signed?
He wanna rap on a track
But he talkin' so cap
And the nigga got no rhymes ayy, ayy
They rapping, they cappin', they lying (Cap)
A nigga in the field, Dez Bryant (Dez Bryant)
"My Wassa, my Wassa" no slime
Like fuck him he ain't one of mine
We do this shit all the time (Huh?)
Flash shit, everywhere we go (Go)
Keep it, everywhere we go
What the day brings, see, never know
And she a opp, I already know
I done got the word from bro (yeah)
If she try set me up, I'ma dust a bitch
And that's word to bro (35)

No word of a lie
Can't leave my brothers behind
Money still be on my mind got Wass ties
They want the gang to get signed
But it's gonna take us some time
Wass ties, fly the fam to Dubai
All for the love of the guys
Fast life, fancy car, flashy ice
Reach for, think twice and I'm on a road
You know I stick to the code
You know that I'll never fold
I'm coolin' wit' bro, he got a Glock 4 0
Aim for the top, not the toe
Aim for the nose, leave the case closed
And your bitch chose, she already know
Fly cross the country to trap out the home
Young nigga thug, real to the bone

Turn that up Kudo