Payin Homage - Troy Ave

Aye, BMF

Free the whole mob till it’s nobody left

Free Ramadan, that’s my dog to the death

Ballin' so hard I got a tec and a ref

My money made her wet, BMF

Free the fuckin' mob till it’s nobody left

Free Ramadan, that’s my dog to the death

Ballin' so hard I got a tec and a ref

My money made her wet

Lambos, Bentleys

And drop-top Porsches

You couldn’t walk a mile off in my Air Forces

All white snow business, bricks built a fortress

Shop with the bosses in iced-out crosses

Street money, deep money, goin' corporate

Might as well movin' more work than a office

A fortune 500 be a shipment of raw bricks

Dope boys profit always outweigh the losses

Aye, BMF

Free the whole mob till it’s nobody left

Free Ramadan, that’s my dog to the death

Ballin' so hard I got a tec and a ref

My money made her wet, BMF

Free the fuckin' mob till it’s nobody left

Free Ramadan, that’s my dog to the death

Ballin' so hard I got a tec and a ref

My money made her wet

Got it for the low, droughtin' but we pourin'

Wayne made it rain, mob came, it was stormin'

Throw away the phones but the money keeps callin'

Feds tappin' in, tryna lock us up for ballin'

Shoulder bounce, ooh, bounce in a foreign

From the Motor City but we known in the New Orleans

From Cali to New York, St. Louis to Atlanta

When we in ya town hoes swear they seen Santa

50 boy from the hole ED started up

Shinin' like new money, heavy traffic, foreigns parked up

Movin' like some brothers, family business, powder product

Come and get ya teeth in somethin', baby, it’s the mob, what!

Aye, BMF

Free the whole mob till it’s nobody left

Free Ramadan, that’s my dog to the death

Ballin' so hard I got a tec and a ref

My money made her wet, BMF

Free the fuckin' mob till it’s nobody left

Free Ramadan, that’s my dog to the death

Ballin' so hard I got a tec and a ref

My money made her wet