John Wick ft. M.D.B Lyrics

You left me like a street, no more sweet talk, nothing left to say

Push me off, watch it go away

Like John Wick, you'll never leave

You left me like a street, no more sweet talk, nothing left to say

Push me off, watch it go away

You left me like a street, No more sweet talk, nothing left to say

Enough with all the beef, you ain't even on shit

Ahh shit, Mr. Money in this bitch like John Wick

Can't slip, how the fuck I'm supposed to lose this

My shit, get rich, I can't quit until I fucking get rich

Enough with all the beef, you ain't even on shit

Ahh shit, Mr. Money in this bitch like John Wick

Can't slip, how the fuck I'm supposed to lose this

My shit, get rich, I can't quit until I fucking get rich

I told Pops to bring the hammer, she get dirty like Diana

How she throw that pussy back, I thought Raeeedawg ass was a dancer

Shit, I knew the world was ours before I met Tony Montana

I don't care, you throw the white flag, I put blood on your bandana

She keep thinking I got hoes, but I ain't got shit on no Santa

Shit, I had drip way before the drip, when M.D.B dropped Panda

I go live, expose these hoes, you better watch who you approach

Think You snatchin' on this chain, I have them killers at your throat

I ain't the one you gon' expose, said it's beef just in your low

I'm in the studio with bro, and ain't that far away from poles

Shit get hard, he broke the code, I leave your bitch ass in the cold

Like I'm Shang Tsung, I snatch souls, and leave your bitch ass out the mold

Bag and zip it up, it's sold, kill or be killed, what I was told

You ain't no killer, who you kill? You ain't no driller, who you drill?

I got love way out New Jersey, Sam sent it through the mail

I got it bruh, it's concealed, just one more and get him killed

Enough with all the beef, you ain't even on shit

Ahh shit, Mr. Money, in this bitch like John Wick

Can't slip, how the fuck I'm supposed to lose this

My shit, get rich, I can't quit until I fucking get rich

Enough with all the beef, you ain't even on shit

Ahh shit, Mr. Money, in this bitch like John Wick

Can't slip, how the fuck I'm supposed to lose this

My shit, get rich, I can't quit until I fucking get rich

Oh shit, who nun let M in

Hottest nigga in the building, but still got that cold shit

Way I'm rolling with my nigga like wheels up in 94

Niggas, pussies, niggas know they ain't really gon' slide for me

I'm with my nigga ain't no question bout who I'm gon' slide for

Push start, start the engine, this bitch only got two doors

This nigga come around always talking bout old shit

Damn, I miss T-Money 45th

Enough with all the beef, you ain't really on shit

This chopper turn a nigga chopstick to a mosh pit

That nigga mad because his new bitch was my old bitch

That nigga crying cause that hoe be on her hoe shit