Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money Gang, artist - J Stone. Date of issue: 05.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |