Young Dro Lyrics

Money coming in like the shit free

When you in these streets you don't get no sleep

How he say he the plug, but them number steep?

Not the Trackhawk? I don't want the Jeep

Money counter go Fffp, nigga beep

I feel like Ye' I left blood on the leaf

In the field I got he mud on my cleats

No peanut butter, I want the blood on the seats

When I was down bad nigga it was ugly

Nah, matter of fact nigga it was hideous

How that one L turn that boy into a Christian?

I came up to fast, they say it's ridiculous

Real nigga, fake nigga, me and you, its a difference

He ain't no OG, he playing with the dipper

Every play hit my line call me a real nigga

Told you the bags get sliced in half, no Krillin

Money Power Respect, I'm moving like Ghost

Nigga need a front, but I sold him hope

I came up from shit bitch I need a toast

GoldBills jacket the stick in the coat

Got to keep my stick, 5.56

Serve to many front, put it in my notes

These niggas is starving, these niggas look sick

These niggas is hanging on by the rope

These diamonds is IT, bitch come and float

Drake leave em Weezy, no HollyGrove

That lil Bic aight, but I like the stove

Nigga ain't slime but still wipe your nose

Don't fuck with the strippers, but I love my pole

Break down with the team nigga give and go

I feel like Drake bitch, I'm moving with my woes

Don't play in these streets, that shit get deep

Niggas going out bad, how you ain't know?

Nigga could have been up, but ain't stick to the code

I can really go dumb if I get in that mode

12 get behind us lil nigga go slow

If he hit the lights lil nigga get low

Don't ask for no cash bitch I'm gone tell you no

Drake make a nigga shoulder lean, nigga Young Dro