Money Gang - J Stone, OhGeesy

AC3 ON THE BEAT

Turn the light off, turn the light off

Let me get in my motherfuckin' zone nigga

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

I don’t gangbang, nigga, this a money gang

Play with that money, nigga, let your brains hang

Gang, gang, gang, gang, aye, aye, aye, aye

I don’t gangbang, nigga, this a money gang

Play with my money, nigga, let your brains hang

I be fuckin' on your hoes and your main thing

J. Stone in the cut with that thing-thing

I don’t gangbang, nigga, this a money gang

Play with my money, nigga, let your brains hang

I be fuckin' on your hoes and your main thing

J. Stone in the cut with that thing-thing

All money in, we don’t let no money out

And I’m a real low-key, don’t let a nigga in my house

I was sellin' hella bricks and I’ve never seen a drought

I be fucking on your hoe then you kissed her on the mouth, niggas nasty

OTX, can’t bitch I’m flashy, I’m ridin' presidential with a choppa in the

backseat

Fuck with neighbor, niggas fuck with bloods, too

Bambino from the ‘hunnids, that’s my cuz fool

He used to pack niggas out with me after school

But we don’t fight no mo', we smoke you like a fuckin' JUUL

All these bitches I be fuckin' say I’m fucking cool

And on my motherfuckin' momma, nigga I’m fool

I fuck with eses, gotta keep a quete, bald headed niggas that’ll hit you with

machetes

Big money band gang, that my niggas

I came a long way blowin' grams in the Swishers

Every time I’m in the D, Lonnie, Ima get up wit' cha'

And e’rywhere I go all these bitches want a picture

And I’m a player ass nigga, throw my Carti’s on

This for the real trap niggas, ain’t no party song

If you a player ass nigga throw your Carti’s on

This is for the real ass niggas, ain’t no party song

And I’m a player ass nigga throw my Carti’s on

This for the real trap niggas, ain’t no party song

I don’t gangbang, nigga, this a money gang

Play with my money, nigga, let your brains hang

I be fuckin' on your hoes and your main thing

J. Stone in the cut with that thing-thing

I don’t gangbang, nigga, this a money gang

Play with my money, nigga, let your brains hang

I be fuckin' on your hoes and your main thing

J. Stone in the cut with that thing-thing

This a money gang, nigga, and I gangbang

Fuckin' with my nigga Geesy, it’s the same thing

You can tell where I’m from by my shoe strings

Bad bitches on me so I let my nuts hang

Couple nigga hatin', so I let my clip hang

I ain’t Birdman, but I’m from a rich gang

And I still get you back like I’m John Gotti

If you don’t know no body, then you a nobody

And if you don’t know me, you ain’t from the hood

And if you ain’t hood, you can’t hit my Backwood

Hit the county jail, tell my enemies to «run it»

We be rich rollin' from thirties to the ‘hunnids

And I’m a fly ass Crip, throw my loafs on

This for them real hood niggas, ain’t no smoke song

If you a fly ass Crip, throw your loafs on

Roll a fat Backwood, get your smoke on

Free all the real homies, let my bros home

Balconing your bitch to my own song

Last thing I said to her, «Put your clothes on»

I drive foreign cars in my own zone

I be going hard, fuck goin' home

I be trapping' hard, I got four phones

This 14 karat, no rose gold

Couple days ago I was with hoes

I don’t gangbang, nigga, this a money gang

Play with my money, nigga, let your brains hang

I be fuckin' on your hoes and your main thing

J. Stone in the cut with that thing-thing

I don’t gangbang, nigga, this a money gang

Play with my money, nigga, let your brains hang

I be fuckin' on your hoes and your main thing

J. Stone in the cut with that thing-thing