Lyrics Money Gang - J Stone, OhGeesy

Money Gang

AC3 ON THE BEAT
Turn the light off, turn the light off
Let me get in my motherfuckin' zone nigga
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
I don’t gangbang, nigga, this a money gang
Play with that money, nigga, let your brains hang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, aye, aye, aye, aye
I don’t gangbang, nigga, this a money gang
Play with my money, nigga, let your brains hang
I be fuckin' on your hoes and your main thing
J. Stone in the cut with that thing-thing
I don’t gangbang, nigga, this a money gang
Play with my money, nigga, let your brains hang
I be fuckin' on your hoes and your main thing
J. Stone in the cut with that thing-thing
All money in, we don’t let no money out
And I’m a real low-key, don’t let a nigga in my house
I was sellin' hella bricks and I’ve never seen a drought
I be fucking on your hoe then you kissed her on the mouth, niggas nasty
OTX, can’t bitch I’m flashy, I’m ridin' presidential with a choppa in the
backseat
Fuck with neighbor, niggas fuck with bloods, too
Bambino from the ‘hunnids, that’s my cuz fool
He used to pack niggas out with me after school
But we don’t fight no mo', we smoke you like a fuckin' JUUL
All these bitches I be fuckin' say I’m fucking cool
And on my motherfuckin' momma, nigga I’m fool
I fuck with eses, gotta keep a quete, bald headed niggas that’ll hit you with
machetes
Big money band gang, that my niggas
I came a long way blowin' grams in the Swishers
Every time I’m in the D, Lonnie, Ima get up wit' cha'
And e’rywhere I go all these bitches want a picture
And I’m a player ass nigga, throw my Carti’s on
This for the real trap niggas, ain’t no party song
If you a player ass nigga throw your Carti’s on
This is for the real ass niggas, ain’t no party song
And I’m a player ass nigga throw my Carti’s on
This for the real trap niggas, ain’t no party song
I don’t gangbang, nigga, this a money gang
Play with my money, nigga, let your brains hang
I be fuckin' on your hoes and your main thing
J. Stone in the cut with that thing-thing
I don’t gangbang, nigga, this a money gang
Play with my money, nigga, let your brains hang
I be fuckin' on your hoes and your main thing
J. Stone in the cut with that thing-thing
This a money gang, nigga, and I gangbang
Fuckin' with my nigga Geesy, it’s the same thing
You can tell where I’m from by my shoe strings
Bad bitches on me so I let my nuts hang
Couple nigga hatin', so I let my clip hang
I ain’t Birdman, but I’m from a rich gang
And I still get you back like I’m John Gotti
If you don’t know no body, then you a nobody
And if you don’t know me, you ain’t from the hood
And if you ain’t hood, you can’t hit my Backwood
Hit the county jail, tell my enemies to «run it»
We be rich rollin' from thirties to the ‘hunnids
And I’m a fly ass Crip, throw my loafs on
This for them real hood niggas, ain’t no smoke song
If you a fly ass Crip, throw your loafs on
Roll a fat Backwood, get your smoke on
Free all the real homies, let my bros home
Balconing your bitch to my own song
Last thing I said to her, «Put your clothes on»
I drive foreign cars in my own zone
I be going hard, fuck goin' home
I be trapping' hard, I got four phones
This 14 karat, no rose gold
Couple days ago I was with hoes
I don’t gangbang, nigga, this a money gang
Play with my money, nigga, let your brains hang
I be fuckin' on your hoes and your main thing
J. Stone in the cut with that thing-thing
I don’t gangbang, nigga, this a money gang
Play with my money, nigga, let your brains hang
I be fuckin' on your hoes and your main thing
J. Stone in the cut with that thing-thing