[00:00.000] 作词 : George Stone III/Aaron Lockhart/LaTroy Garrett[00:00.185] 作曲 : George Stone III/Aaron Lockhart/LaTroy Garrett[00:00.370]This is Greedy Money[00:02.170]Dubba-AA flexin'[00:05.070]Lame niggas wanna hang with us but ain't bang with us[00:08.180]Slang with us, hanging out the window with them things with us[00:10.640]Gang members, real pain-givers like a train hit 'em[00:13.200]**** the game up, me and my niggas ran a train in it[00:15.740]Why they playing with us? They know EST the big mob[00:18.400]Gave so many blues to you, they slide throwing Crip signs (you know what it is, This Is the sound)[00:21.120]Pill poppin', if I did stop, then I'd miss Quan[00:23.630]55 Zoski shooting drive, we ain't scared to die[00:26.240]Casey seen me laid up, made me cry, thought I lost my eye[00:28.640]I don't care who with 'em in that ride, everybody die[00:31.120]You ain't one of mine, a thousand on his mind a hundred timеs[00:34.070]He be lying, he ain't outsidе, popping shit on live[00:36.490]Big slime, I'ma give a dime up for the location[00:39.260]Niggas hoes, we gon' tote these poles, **** probation[00:41.990]Thug nigga, hate them blood niggas, still a Cuz killer[00:44.480]Drug dealer full of 35, we gon' buy him out[00:46.860]Made my first M with CMG, like, "What you buy now?"[00:49.790]All-white, I rock Off White, bitch, let's talk prices[00:52.340]Bad bitches spend they last with me, ain't never had one[00:54.630]Thirty bricks for thirty-three a piece, I'm tryna grab one[00:57.220]I'm the bad son, Mama say she still love me though[01:00.280]Cameras in the bedroom, it's hard for me to trust these hoes[01:02.580]**** these bows, I done seen a ticket selling bricks, nigga[01:05.040]How you serving fiends? Bitch, I only sell to rich niggas[01:07.970]Ass-kissing, baby, keep it pushing, I ain't your last nigga[01:10.560]Fast whips, damn near hit the car, I'm tryna stash shit (Ayy)[01:13.350]Past-tense, I got a driver now, but even he know[01:15.810]I keep that nickel on me, so if they whoop me, nigga, keep going[01:18.160]Don't throw them birds to me, that McNabb, I'm like T. Owens[01:20.820]Free yours and free mine, Gotti fightin' a body, bitch[01:23.780]I hope you beat it three times—you fail, we gon' keep trying[01:25.740]Quez been sliding, 'til something killed, he gon' keep sliding[01:28.980]Five double-murders, doggy damn near got a graveyard[01:31.210]Shoutout to the prosecutor, that's the one who saved y'all[01:33.950]Bitch, I'm like, "Who raised y'all?" I don't need no days off[01:36.420]I pick up when that pape' call, bitch[01:39.420]Yeah, weak dog, fentanyl involved, make the H strong (that H strong, woof)[01:41.770]Making plays how I made my name, it ain't take long[01:44.460]Droplets of vanilla in my Tech to set the taste off[01:46.550]Pull off make me wait long, I ain't wait long, I ain't no sitting duck[01:49.510]Second run from scoring with that ice like a hockey puck[01:52.170]If you wanna get down, you gotta sacrifice your life to us (you sacrifice your life)[01:54.620]Niggas in that field wearing wires like they mic-ing up[01:57.500]Lackin' got yo' peoples' noodle touched, y'all need to tighten up (tighten up)[01:59.830]We gon' get this money, give a **** 'bout niggas liking us (**** 'bout niggas liking, yeah)[02:02.630]Ain't no winning fights with us, you know that we gon' light it up[02:05.480]You better have your pipe or something, you must wanna lose your life or something[02:07.690]Whipping, all niggas work they wrists like they writing something[02:10.300]I brought all my dawgs into that huddle like I'm Mike or something (like I'm Mike Vick)[02:13.010]Police found a face inside a puddle of your lifeless buddy[02:15.420]Better have your head on a swivel while in traffic[02:18.130]Gangster everywhere except my casket[02:20.800]I'm a made man if an opp nigga asking (If a opp nigga asking)[02:23.090]With traps in every side county close except for Radcliffe, nigga[02:25.760]