MPR ft. YG Moore & Wee Wop Lyrics

Got young bulls they ready to buss at your head at my command

No we not the same I'm built to last

With all of this money I need me a bag

She fuck with my steezy I run up the bank

Got this bitch hooked like she took the bait

Want the money and power, respect

Glory to god I'm feeling so blessed

Got young bulls they ready to buss at your head at my command

No we not the same I'm built to last

With all of this money I need me a bag

She fuck with my steezy I run up the bank

Got this bitch hooked like she took the bait

Want the money and power, respect

Glory to god I'm feeling so blessed

I do not know what they got against me showing they hate and envy

Just like they pockets they stomach is empty

She think that we friends my pockets not friendly, can't hold on that money bag shit be too heavy

Don't be getting too close or we put 'em in body bags just like it's hefty it's out with the trash

Stay in your lane or we making him crash

I been up in the stack house only countin' my money

Day and night on my grind almost like I'm kid cudi, it's don life feeling like I'm sean don when I bounce back

Double up, run it up, I be really on that

Cold game with the cold play off white shoes like it's cocaine

No you not my billie jean annie are you okay?

Enough with the games it's back to this money

I'm humble and focused I turn to a bully if they acting up

I'm sitting them down if they acting tough

We swimming with sharks they sitting with ducks

It turn to a goose chase when they try to run

Got young bulls they ready to buss at your head at my command

No we not the same I'm built to last

With all of this money I need me a bag

She fuck with my steezy I run up the bank

Got this bitch hooked like she took the bait

Want the money and power, respect

Glory to god I'm feeling so blessed

Got young bulls they ready to buss at your head at my command

No we not the same I'm built to last

With all of this money I need me a bag

She fuck with my steezy I run up the bank

Got this bitch hooked like she took the bait

Want the money and power, respect

Glory to god I'm feeling so blessed

Want the money the power respect

Get my power from walking with tecs

Ain't no nigga gon' disrespect if he do then it's off with his neck

Came from the struggle I'm straight from them 'jects

Gettin' this money I pull up in 'vette

Put him on magazine I'm talking bout jet

Killin' a nigga like nigga who next, nigga who next

And y'all niggas steady hatin' I just want the cash ion care about relations

If you want the money sit back gotta be patient

I'll kill a nigga wack him send a nigga on vacation

Pull over nigga hold on, all this ice onna nigga got me lookin like I'm frozone

Twenty four karat gold on I can fight but I won't, why cause bitch I got this pole on

Young nigga finna move sum nigga doing all that wolfin' swear to god he ain't gone do nun

On my momma I'll shoot sum I'll kill a nigga wack a nigga pull off and let the coupe run

Got young bulls they ready to buss at your head at my command

No we not the same I'm built to last

With all of this money I need me a bag

She fuck with my steezy I run up the bank

Got this bitch hooked like she took the bait

Want the money and power, respect

Glory to god I'm feeling so blessed

Got young bulls they ready to buss at your head at my command

No we not the same I'm built to last

With all of this money I need me a bag

She fuck with my steezy I run up the bank

Got this bitch hooked like she took the bait

Want the money and power, respect

Glory to god I'm feeling so blessed

Me and YGM hang with them cutters I hang with my brothas I hang with no other

If a nigga disrespect the gang, nigga we gonna put you six feet under

If a lil nigga pop all of these shots all of these niggas gon turn into runners

I hang with the gunnas you know they got flocks with the funnels

If niggas wanna play we gon' bump 'em

I'm a star when I shoot out the roof, silencer put a nigga on mute

You gon' freeze nigga I'm gonna shoot

Kick his dead body off with the boot

Your mama cried cause you on a shirt

I piss on his body cause he in the dirt

Rock v-lone with gucci shoes we got glocks they aim at you

Got young bulls they ready to buss at your head at my command

No we not the same I'm built to last

With all of this money I need me a bag

She fuck with my steezy I run up the bank

Got this bitch hooked like she took the bait

Want the money and power, respect

Glory to god I'm feeling so blessed

Got young bulls they ready to buss at your head at my command

No we not the same I'm built to last

With all of this money I need me a bag

She fuck with my steezy I run up the bank

Got this bitch hooked like she took the bait

Want the money and power, respect

Glory to god I'm feeling so blessed