Rich the Factor, The Jacka - Everything You Got lyrics
[Rich the Factor, The Jacka - Everything You Got lyrics]
When Lil' Monie slid through he
Only hit 2 niggas
Thats gon' happen everytime cause
They killed my nigga
These niggas 'round like they ill
But I'm not familiar he caught you slippin
Starred your world cause you
Were with your children
I got 100 stacks for 4 bricks of blow
Never leave the house without a
Mac in my clothes
Show The Jack your stash he put the strap to
Your nose before he Takes
Everything you've got
He cocked the hammer on the
Nickle slapped yo ass
With the nose before he
Takes everything you've got
He cocked the hammer on his
Chop and put that shit
To your clothes before he
Takes everything you've got
Real shit won't leave the crib unless
A Mac in his Trues
Hit a bank knock him down take
Yo half 'fore it spoils
Like Jordan in his prime they
Can't fuck with the bulls
Rich and Jack on your line
And we sending the wolves
The clip on the 45 look like cinnamon roll
No habla espanol
Is what I tell the connect soon
As he open the door
We just take everything you've got
Don't ever show the Jack your
Stash he put the strap to yo nose before he
Takes everything you've got
He cocked the hammer on the
Nickle slapped yo ass
With the nose before he
Takes everything you've got
He cocked the hammer on the
Chop and put that shit
To your clothes before he
Takes everything you've got
Soon as he ran down on
You bitch he pulled the
Mac from his clothes and
Takes everything you've got
Only hit 2 niggas
Thats gon' happen everytime cause
They killed my nigga
These niggas 'round like they ill
But I'm not familiar he caught you slippin
Starred your world cause you
Were with your children
I got 100 stacks for 4 bricks of blow
Never leave the house without a
Mac in my clothes
Show The Jack your stash he put the strap to
Your nose before he Takes
Everything you've got
He cocked the hammer on the
Nickle slapped yo ass
With the nose before he
Takes everything you've got
He cocked the hammer on his
Chop and put that shit
To your clothes before he
Takes everything you've got
Real shit won't leave the crib unless
A Mac in his Trues
Hit a bank knock him down take
Yo half 'fore it spoils
Like Jordan in his prime they
Can't fuck with the bulls
Rich and Jack on your line
And we sending the wolves
The clip on the 45 look like cinnamon roll
No habla espanol
Is what I tell the connect soon
As he open the door
We just take everything you've got
Don't ever show the Jack your
Stash he put the strap to yo nose before he
Takes everything you've got
He cocked the hammer on the
Nickle slapped yo ass
With the nose before he
Takes everything you've got
He cocked the hammer on the
Chop and put that shit
To your clothes before he
Takes everything you've got
Soon as he ran down on
You bitch he pulled the
Mac from his clothes and
Takes everything you've got