Sauce Money, Snowgoons, Wais P - No Favors lyrics

Top notch players, rhyme sayers
Nigga we don’t do favors, you gotta pay us
Ten thousand (more) , twenty thousand (more)
Thumbing through hundreds
Can’t stop counting

Drug money (drugs) , ho money (hoes)
Whatever as long as it’s your money
Get off my corner, this grow money
You can’t sell around here, you get no money

Fuck a- ah i was told to walk with Jesus
I spark with the heaters
I talk to the non-believers
Through the speakers
Either get in line or get low
I get in shorty’s mind
Turn a square into a ho
I fuck with real players that
Sniff blow and get dough
Turned from a rapper to a pimp, I’m a skitzo
Superman without the krypto, you get no love
I tip toe let the fifth blow slugs
I put mink on the rug, ‘chilla on my back
My hand around her throat till
She deliver me a stack
Where my real niggas at?
I figure that my fanbase push Cadillacs
Nothin but MACs
Weight holders and money folders
Surrounded by soldiers
I never sober cause I know I
Ain’t living to be much older
I’m so colder, you’re so over
My flow’s nova
You’re like the dirt on my shoulder
Brush it off

Sauce Money, mom’s the word
I just come to serve all of a hundred birds
You run with herbs, my thugs elite
Hold your block down
When I squeeze you hug the street
All that rotten talk’ll get
You is homicide chalk
And candles when you kiss that sidewalk
I’m a don with a plan that disappears
At night like Akon with a tan
Stacks in the palm of my hand
Competition wishing they me
I did in one hour what
Took them till day three
Nigga my fan base is the AC
Expensive grapes I taste lately
Money make me feel like I’m 8’3"
Sitting on cash is how you pay me
There’s no wonder that you feel
That you ain’t me