OG Money Lyrics

Yeah yeah

It's that Funkshway shit

It's the return of the muthafuckin'

That Funkshway shit

Aye

Mike Mike on the beats

Mellow on the mic

I can write in my sleep

I'm from the land of the trees

Home of the hustlas

Where niggas don't trust ya then niggas gon bust ya

I'm tryna buss a bitch bangin' Bussin'

Light a fat blunt then I'm buzzin'

Flying like I'm in customs

How you come at me like I'm a customer

I get shit for free cuz who I be

And that ain't nothin'

I'm a piece of shit with a gift for this rhyming

Had to use my noodle to get up from eating ramen

Bitch where you at

The whole city behind us

Not the whole city but the realest ones inside it

I'mma move in silence

Clock a lot of dollars

And if you playin' with it I'mma holler at your honor

Shoutout my ohana from Cali to Ohio

Put me on a track

I'm a hitman I'm for hire

Tryna get higher

Mikey on the beats

Like what the fuck you thought nigga

We comin' with heat and

We runnin' the streets

Impressin' the OGs

Finessin' the goofies

It's a wrap

Kool Gs

They don't hear me though

Catch a cool breeze and we represent the C

Don't be actin' bougie

Red dots at your kufi though

Somethin' light

Yo

Mu'fuckas talkin' about let's link

Yeah we gon' link

Link this chain around yo fuckin' neck

Snap that shit back

Too much money on my mind these mu'fuckas wastin' it

Next time a nigga waste my time nigga pay for it

Keeps niggas play for it

Skeetin' on a basic bitch

Actin' like a beast you ain't a beast you barely makin' it

Get finessed up out your shoelaces actin' ignorant

I'm young black and militant

You dumb wack and fulla shit

Malcolm X up out the window ready for the action

You Tito I'm Michael if we talkin' bout the Jacksons

I used to hand with niggas who kept the stick in the cabinet

Now I'm rappin'

They snappin' a pic when the kid in traffic

I'm mashin'

On the pedal

Say whaddup it's young Mellow

Never fold never settle for less to fill the schedule

I'm blessed

My mama breast cancer in a recess

The surgery was success

And now it's back to the sesh

and 2018 was great

'19 gon be sweeter

I put that on my team

We got the keys no Alicia

Put a cease & desist on sneak dissing deceivers

Boutta make you mu'fuckers believers if you ain't peep us

We got the sauce flowin' by the pint by the liters

Aye

Fuck a list of followers

Niggas we true leaders

Adrenaline rush when I bumrush the speakers

Gettin' OG money like gold rope chains and beepers bitch

Here we go

This shit is real

Talkin' about the hip-hop

Down

The shit is so right

My man Mike

Mike the Mike

And you got

Mellow

Yeah the man jell-o

But uh

I wanna hear somethin' smooth

Because

That hip-hop

I love it