OTF Lyrics

Money boy shit

Like

Chop his ass up and then we melt a body

And then my nigga got the source

Chop his ass up and then we melt a body on the porch

Bitch, like

Chop his ass up

Bitch

Chop his ass up and then

Chop his ass up and then we mail the body on the porch

Cheat code, they say its pay to play, my nigga got the source

Catching sells fishtail doing a hundred down dort

We got a taser, cut the traction off and put that bitch in sport

Never touch down in the mitten like they scared of the north

V-12 in my engine, fucking over that Lil porsche

Young nigga getting money, hundred thousands but it's more

Hanging out the Bentley truck, my lil' nigga's trying to score

Throw that pussy, she start shaking ass, she fucking on the floor

I'm a rich nigga, riding with umbrellas on her door

Do a show, I can show you something you never seen before

Killers in the street, this scamming nigga running in the store

Really with the mob chicken on his fries, they extort

Slodd with a PlR , 45s ready for the war

This is not a game, detectives on my ass, L.A. Noire

Get to stepping on these niggas in some Timbs, we in New York

We in New York with this shit

Fly, so we be talking shit on these bitches

You can't fuck with me, motherfucking damn

This bitch be throwing ass but he don't know I'm fucking on the low

I'ma make his shoulder lean in the whip like Yundro

Like he casper round this bitch, the tommy turn him to a ghost

And I ain't never been a bitch, I camp out homes like a gnome

20 hours to drop the load off, I guarantee he drove

Sky-Dweller, A.P. Skelly, both them bitches two-toned

I'm in a C8, I can't see straight, I be nodding while I dose

Use the pyrex, cook the brick up while I fuck her on the stove

Bend that ass over, quick to tell a bitch to touch her toes

Spin the block, I'm all around the city with these niggas on

She want the money, boy, I got them maf as fuck, we getting pros

All up in my city, capping or they dissing in they songs

Money boys be running shit, you better act like that you know

Bozo-head stashe, coming off the top, they using notes

The fucking mafia

Ain't nobody fuck with me