Money Montage - Again lyrics
[Intro] f** your b**h, and never talk again If he don't die He'll never walk again, he'll never walk again I got my focus up I got my paper straight, I got my paper straight The whole club turn around when I'm walking in f** your b**h, and never talk again (Harlem) [Verse 1] n***as talkin', they ain't making sense Brand new foreign, bet it make 'em sick Ain't gotta say a word, just to take your b**h I'm from Harlem, hustlin' will make me rich (east side) A hundred nights, I made a hundred flips Hit the club, and all the b**hes wanna strip Put some money on your head, if you wanna diss She s** my dick, and then she wanna kiss Must be out your mind, or on some sh** (crazy) Sak's fifth, got me on my sh** n***as hatin' on me, they be on my dick Took a couple verses just to flood the wrist R.I.P. my cousin Freaky n***as took him from me I just want the money Never taking nothing from me n***as in they feelings, probably on they monthly I was in the trap with c**aina and some baggies Probably with some junkies Now I chill across the water, do it for my daughter Dare a n***a touch me I done seen a n***a get a 1 to 3, and tell on everybody with him I done seen a n***a robbing n***as that he know for pennies sh** ridiculous n***as love to say they will do your homework on them n***as giving statements I'm smoking cubans on vacation My plug in Cuba but he Haitian Sak pase, I need a spot today n***a with a attitude, I ain't Dr. Dre My youngin' got a lot to make your heart stop today Think of Chinx when I'm in Far Rockaway [Hook] f** your b**h, and never talk again If he don't die I'll never walk again I got my focus up, I got my paper straight The whole club turn around when I'm walking in Pay my lawyer just in case they wanna pin the case up on me And they offer 10 Valet driver going start the whip Get your money, they just talking sh** [Hook] f** your b**h, and never talk again If he don't die I'll never walk again I got my focus up, I got my paper straight The whole club turn around when I'm walking in Pay my lawyer just in case they wanna pin the case up on me And they offer 10 Valet driver going start the whip Get your money, they just talking sh** [Verse 2] I got a pound of the tree smoke Break it down to the ground, only thing I ever follow is the G-code n***as brand new cars getting repo'd Same ones acting tough getting Deebo'd Ask your man about my sh**, bet you he know Hottest young n***a on the east coast Sliding up Lennox, me and three n***as Looking like gutter, me and G-Money he ain't even know Got a Glock-19 in my peacoat My building keep complaining about the weed smoke I'm tryna make a million off a mixtape Stash in the whip where the heat go Bad little b**h tryna deep throat I told her ain't no way you fitting all this This ain't sour D, what you call this? This ain't Actavis, what you call this? The spot look funny? Make a call quick If she on my dick then we all hit Out of town on my running through the mall sh** And I ain't get you in the summer, put you on my fall list Mid town pent house like a fortress Every time they see my face they get nauseous Down town condo, sh** flawless They ain't coming in the crib, they ain't gorgeous [Hook] f** your b**h, and never talk again If he don't die I'll never walk again I got my focus up, I got my paper straight The whole club turn around when I'm walking in Pay my lawyer just in case they wanna pin the case up on me And they offer 10 Valet driver going start the whip Get your money, they just talking sh** [Hook] f** your b**h, and never talk again If he don't die I'll never walk again I got my focus up, I got my paper straight The whole club turn around when I'm walking in Pay my lawyer just in case they wanna pin the case up on me And they offer 10 Valet driver going start the whip Get your money, they just talking sh** [Outro] Get your money they just talking sh**