Gino Marley - Diego (Pt. 2) lyrics

Slide through the hood for the feelin'
I shouldn't put urges for drillin'
Raised in the str- slept in the trap
So I'm entitled to riche-
Had to pull up a car, I pulled up in a car-
Only a chauffeur my witness
Had to pull up a car, I pulled up in a car-
With only a chauffeur my witness
A nigga in Beverly Hills
A ni- gon' always move with the trench-
Been grippin' this K for a week
Robbin' and God didn't answer my wish-
Sit in the kitchin with probably a bi-
Molly ain't usin' no dish-
Been grippin' this K for a week
Robbin' and God didn't answer my wish-

You know Diego love money, go on
Sit right there
Run that through the money counter
(Beep)
Ayy, send a bitch out for that paper
(That paper)
That pay
That'll tell me somethin' 'bout her
('Bout her)
In love with that loot, need my fetti (Fetti)
Them hundreds, they blue and they ready
(Ready)
Cuttin' all ties with machetes (Machetes)
I'm four-wheelin', work in Mercedes (Trap)
I get that work to your front door
I promised up front
They ain't raised a beginner (I trap)
Shootin' that game to crib
I promise I go out like Ox up in Belly
(Blaow)
My niggas they hungry and ready (They ready)
Pull over on road, never steady (Steady)
Get caught then I hope you forget (Forget)
And forever my money stay loaded and ready

And I go to coupe on a mission
I promise what money I get on a mission
(Mission)
And I go to spendin', my hunger for money
I'll go get some more in a minute
(Some money, money)
Probably ain't tapped in a minute (Tapped)
But I'm seein' this work and
It still got me twitchin'
(Tapped)
Seein' that price got me itchin' (Itchin')
Seein' them guns got me grinnin' (Haha)
A nigga in Beverly Hills
A nigga gon' always move with the trenches
(The trenches?)
Been grippin' this K for a week (This K)
You robbin' and God didn't answer my wishes
(Blaow)
Sit in the kitchin with probably a bitch
(Skrt)
Molly ain't usin' no dishes (No dishes)
Put work on a bitch and fuck that money
(Money)
Mine are used up on some business
(Some business)
Slide through the hood for the feelin'
(For the feelin')
I shouldn't put urges for drillin'
(For drillin')
Raised in the streets
(Streets) , slept in the trap (Trap)
So I'm entitled to riches
Had to pull up a car, I pulled up in a car
(A car)
Only a chauffeur my witness (My witness)
Had to pull up a car, I pulled up in a car
(A car)
Only a chauffeur my witness (My witness)

You know Diego love money, go on
Sit right there
Run that through the money counter
(Beep)
Ayy, send a bitch out for that paper
(That paper)
That pay
That'll tell me somethin' 'bout her
('Bout her)
In love with that loot, need my fetti (Fetti)
Them hundreds, they blue and they ready
(Ready)
Cuttin' all ties with machetes (Machetes)
I'm four-wheelin', work in Mercedes (Trap)
I get that work to your front door
I promised up front
They ain't raised a beginner (I trap)
Shootin' that game to crib
I promise I go out like Ox up in Belly
(Blaow)
My niggas they hungry and ready (They ready)
Pull over on road, never steady (Steady)
Get caught then I hope you forget (Forget)
And forever my money stay loaded and ready