LP Rambo, DD Caine - Slutty Money lyrics

A nigga text you
Where you at? You tryna slide?
I jump in that whip, no double backs
Somebody dying ain't tryna right a wrong
I want him left up in the sky
I’ma do him wrong then tell
My nigga "bust a right"
Up them poles, we making ho money
Stick up, rob his ass for some show money
Foot on his neck
Make that nigga say he ain't hold nothing
Your stripes done cost you a check
You ain't on your own thugging
We’ll smoke security, nigga
Fuck up your whole function

My nigga asked for favors
Then said "never mind"
Told him just be patient
He gon' get it down the line
Standing on my tens and I
Still ain't drop a dime
Boy, your Rollie trash bag
That's a waste of time
Up them poles, I bet he go running
Foenem takes his designer clothes from him
And you don't want none of my
Bros to find your nose running
He from the opps then we stalking
Him like he owed something
I let him feel that 40
Caliber he ghost hunting
Cold nights, cold ice
Man, I wish a nigga would
Any nights a wrong night
And I'm smoking on this wood
I been high the whole time
I ain't cuffing up, I'm good
I heard you the ho type
I come from a cold place, ain't no winning
You think we done sending shots
We just beginning
We shooting ‘fore we know who in it
Don’t pull up tinted
Living life all day, all night, ayy
Whole time

A nigga text you
Where you at? You tryna slide?
I jump in that whip, no double backs
Somebody dying ain’t tryna right a wrong
I want him left up in the sky
I'ma do him wrong then tell
My nigga "bust a right"
Up them poles, we making ho money
Stick up, rob his ass for some show money
Foot on his neck
Make that nigga say he ain’t hold nothing
Your stripes done cost you a check
You ain't on your own thugging
We'll smoke security, nigga
Fuck up your whole function

Fuck your power, cause when I charge
I'll catch a battery case
No holds barred with me
I’ma spark ‘til I see ashes and brain
Ain't no cap on me, Bobby Shmurda
I'm dashing soon as the word up
It's static
Bend the antenna tune in after he slain
Damn, a nigga made the news and I
Just left him in the past
Line his head up for a headline
Clippers buzzing fore the gash
Ten bullets just turned him to
Ten dollars of the pack when I smoked him
Had to smoke again with no intent to pass
Ayy, trigger finger itchy
I'm scratching on my blicky
I tote twin pipes on me, this
One Bobby, that one Whitney, ayy
Roll out with the autos
Love popping them semis
Blick scratched like a lotto tick'
Rounds I got plenty face gator on purpose
The town won't forget me
When you said it's cracking you
Shouldn't have meant me
Nigga you met me? Shit can get heavy
You can get popped and then
Hit with the Chevy
I keep my temper as cool as my heart
When I'm heated I snap, go as far you let me
Now he all drippy, should go with a ten piece
Don't beef when you fried, no exceptions
Not any now he all drippy, should go with
A ten piece, no exceptions, not any

A nigga text you
Where you at? You tryna slide?
I jump in that whip, no double backs
Somebody dying ain't tryna right a wrong
I want him left up in the sky
I'ma do him wrong then tell
My nigga "bust a right"
Up them poles, we making hoe money
Stick up, rob his ass for some show money
Foot on his neck
Make that nigga say he ain't hold nothing
Your stripes done cost you a check
You ain't on your own thugging
We'll smoke security, nigga
Fuck up your whole function