Look, look still don't spin in no Suburbans
These niggas copy the wave
But I'm just happy that they learnin'
(Shoot yo' ass, shoot yo' ass, shoot yo')
Get to the money, I get to the money
I get to the breesh
Get to the money, I get to the money
I get to the breesh
(Shoot yo' ass, shoot yo' ass, shoot yo')


Tell them niggas, Sheff G, one and only
You mighta bro'd me before, my nigga
You not my homie
You mighta seen me before, nigga
But you don't know me
You mighta shook my hand
You mighta been a fan
I bring damage, move cautious around the man
Got a Glock in the Benz, this 40 go Tyson
Will knock out your mans
Gon' blow like a fan
I talk money or don't comprehend
Catch 'em clappin', I'll do it again
But, niggas be tellin'
They makin' niggas double felons
And bitches be lyin' to these niggas
I feel like they lovin' my deep voice
I don't even call, it's a go
Baby, keep it on the low
I fuck bitches, watch your hoe look, look
I ain't into all that dissin'
Puma, that's up out the rental
Livin' life, we livin' lavish

Still don't spin in no Suburbans
These niggas copy the wave
But I'm just happy that they learnin'
(Shoot yo' ass, shoot yo' ass, shoot yo')
Get to the money, I get to the money
I get to the breesh
Get to the money, I get to the money
I get to the breesh
(Shoot yo' ass, shoot yo' ass, shoot yo')
Look, look, tell them niggas
Still don't spin in no Suburbans
These niggas copy the wave
But I'm just happy that they learnin'
(Shoot yo' ass, shoot yo' ass, shoot yo')
Get to the money, I get to the money
I get to the breesh
Get to the money, I get to the money
I get to the breesh
(Shoot yo' ass, shoot yo' ass, shoot yo')


Tell them niggas