LYRICS
作词 : Tyree Simmons
作曲 : Tyree Simmons
I'm that Dominican bitch
Yo bitch be talking bout'
I'm in a different city
You can **** her now
I got a whole collection
Of my ho collection
Y-M-C-M-B no autocorrection
I said **** all y'all niggers except my niggas
Security don't check my niggas
All y'all niggas gon respect my niggas
Either that or get a wack or
Get a bat to back of the neck my niggas
Yeah that shorty with y'all
With y'all cause she never met a big dog
'Til she met my niggas
Got a big dream from a small town
Got a small circle you'll never get around
Old hoes thinking I'mma put em on now
Room full of bad bitches I'mma put em all down
Hoes been broke who's rich now
I ain't never had change why switch now
Money talks bitch I ain't never heard shit
Til y'all heard me spit now girl me let
Gotta mojo with a flow-flow
Gotta whole load don't know if it's a promo
Never cuff hoes hell no that's a no-no
Cooling in the cut with a sipping romo
No love for the po-po's
Gotta pour more for my niggas in the hell hole
Never tell though
I'mma need a little more shit for my uncle
Cause I sell flows and he sell dope
Bitch work
God Euro
What up this Mack The fortune teller
The shit that put y'all on Miley Cyrus
Negrodamus my nigga
Predicting futures
You need some lottery numbers
Holla at me nigga I got you
Put a nigga in that hearse Long ass K no nino
Word to Martin I'm cole but just call me buck shots
Like Pam make a nigga say 'Damn Gina'
Millzy money don't mean nothing my youngin'
Will kill you for some sneakers (blah)
This Dedication 5 no vacations slime
We in the endzone and they in bleachers
Cheerleaders we ain't worried bout nothin nothin
People act dumb, push the button, **** 'em
Get'em out of here like the sixth foul in the NBA
Little nigga no discussion
Boy I'll close ya case like judge Millz Lane
All y'all wack ass niggas stay out of Millz lane
Big guns that go over the should dog
My team strapped no overalls
So please don't make me do it
Got soldiers and shooters
These bullets will swallow
Like shots of khalua
When we light up the weed
We fly like a rumor
Then hop on the plane
And fly over you losers
Put racks on your head now you sleep in the sewer
I'm not from this era that beef on computers
Look boy if it's war then all we coming after you
Especially if I'm smashin your sister like ( )
Shots in your challenger shots in your passenger
Hittin your girl then I'm passing her
Jae Millz ain't worried bout nothin
Young Money ain't worried bout nothin
D5
We ain't worried bout nothin (Young Money)
***** we ain't worried bout nothin (Jae Millz)
***** we ain't worried bout nothin (not a thing)
***** we ain't worried bout nothin
D5