Rick Ross Feat. Wale & Meek Mill - Bag of Money (Instrumental Version)

歌詞

Yeah, we back in the hood I like recording in Philly Put me in my zone (Philly, wassup?) I remember it was no lights Mattress on the floor A thousand roaches, four mice Yeah, I remember it was no lights (X2) Mattress on the floor A thousand roaches, four mice Yeah I remember all the cold nights (I do) Niggas sold white just to live the low life Ralph Laurenin, I was sinning The crazy part is the designer ain't wanna send it The dope dealer, was I Emmet And not magic, you couldn't imagine The shit I saw, had no choice but to get involved You either spit it raw, or sell crack and dribble the ball It's crazy when I seen my own neighbor hitting the soft I was thinking in my head like I gotta get with this raw Shit's getting tow up, as she watch me grow up Right in front of the kids, she fucking her nose up She's thinking like so what My homie got colder She even sold a nintendo, I'm thinking like hol' up I done seen my homie mommy turn into a zombie And it was like New Jersey Drive the way we throw them johnnies The way we stole them cars Slide through like a bowling ball Ain't had nowhere to go at all Who thought that we would go this far? Matter fact, who thought that we would live this long? I got the money and the power, made a nigga strong I had respect before that Cause every fight, I fought back Cause I was always taught that A nigga hit you hold that Down baby, now it's thirty rounds baby As I'm riding through my hood It been going down crazy in this bitch Where they murder for a half a pound baby So imagine for a kilo Shark in the water, nemo Skinny niggas with a full pound, turn to Deebo Got the four five and the six call it Cee-Lo Ya'll niggas talking 'bout murder, that ain't be though Fuck around and get your life took nigga, repo Fuck what niggas tell us, I see 'em and know they jealous Steppin in my Margielas this nina like my umbrella Ballin' like I'm melo And kinging like I'm Coretta They tina my beretta and singing I won't do never We shooting at all you pussies Ringing on all you niggas My city body for body My finger all on the trigger I'm ready my niggas heavy Yellow gold all on my prezi I'm switching gears in my rari I'm feeling like I'm Andretti I'm Freddie all in your dreams Lean Like I'm Kareem 750 my beam I'm clean fuck do you mean My team full of gorillas Killers on 4 wheelers They stuck me back in the trap Fresh off of tour nigga They wanna see my demise Wanna see me with no job Wanna see me back on the corner Fifty niggas we mob With choppers like fuck the coppers Duckin' them helicopters They wanna lock us in boxes Courthouses and teleprompters They jealous my album sellin' Jealous that I ain't jealous They jealous that I ain't tellin' I'm focused no I ain't failin' Propellin' up in the sky Jealous I ain't die They jealous a nigga made it They jealous I don't know why I don't understand y'all suckas Guess I ain't meant to Pussy motherfuckers Lemme tell 'em what I been through