Young Chop - Love Ruga lyrics

[Intro] Nothing moving but the money, n***a I said nothing moving but my money, n***a Ruga's back, let me talk to these n***as What's up, real n***as? Chief Keef, what's up my young n***a? This sh** hot Lil Reese I was in the middle of the shot with you, n***a With them 35's Oh, y'all know that's them 30 round clips, n***a [Verse] These n***as love Ruga, streets love Ruga Hop out with my shooter acting like they knew us These n***as don't know us, their b**hes can blow us Pay extra for them keys, yeah, the plug owe us Hardo on my left hand, beams on my right hand Yeah, I'm on that n***a sh**, put money like a white man Bentleys and [?] we don't fly coaches Dely get the Raid can, these n***as is roaches 'Fore I caught with Deepsy I was selling bricks I ain't had no baby mamma drumming on no kids Ask around the town n***a, yeah, I'm a fair shoe Baby I'm a team player, you go f** the clique, too Ok, ok, enough, enough the Chief Keef flow You a rabbit, get street dough Why you watching them broke n***as? Pay attention to me, hoe Yeah, I'm talking that fly sh**, penthouse to high... sh** If you talking 'bout one of me and my n***as You die, sh** Off topic, you talk with, let me chill on 'em Let the champagne chill on 'em Make a motherf**er another mil on 'em Call me Mr. Miyagi, wax on, wax off, n***a Now you see me, now you don't, 9-11 Porsche n***a