Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Z Money, artist - UnoTheActivist. Date of issue: 10.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Z Money |
| On fire, check the scoreboard |
| I just walked up in the trap wit' my chessboard |
| Just spent a hunned on the car, this ain’t no damn Ford |
| Might catch me whipping up straight drop, I got the damn board |
| I ain’t gotta hit no licks, that’s what my partners for |
| Treat the streets extra light, just a lot of guns, boy |
| Put 50 in the toy |
| Old school make a lot of noise |
| My wrist so icy, boy |
| Coming home, I took your hoe |
| Just got some rented blow, I walk in like original |
| I got options cause we brought me a lot of Fendi clothes |
| I threw 6s on the Bale, got expensive toes |
| Hit the dope wit' Fentanyl, the junkies at your door |
| Hit my phone, my partner told me it was a go |
| And she got a lil' coke on her nip and on her nose |
| You ain’t drop that 2016, that shit is getting old |
| And I pull up in a high-speed, that’s Aventador |
| 'Bout to jugg it out, he said he wanted 10 of the hoes |
| And you know these bitches on my skin, yeah, like some lotion |
| And we call 'em bitches but you know we talkin' bout the loads |
| , shit, yeah, I’m smoking dope |
| Yeah, I don’t know folks, stick right to the code |
| If you know me then you know I’ma let it blow |
| Tote that pole |
| Send your hoe over like this was red rover |
| And I pull up in the Range Rover wit' the cream cola |
| Mr. put the stove on once it out the store |
| Amiri my clothes, got it for the low like Shawty Lo |
| Poppin' out the door with some fire, somebody on the floor |
| Baggin' up the blow, I’m hiring, you can’t wash no clothes |
| I don’t even want you 'round me if you fuckin' told |
| Feds watching out porch, Fendi jacket, I spent racks on clothes |
| Remix in my hat because I’m stacking, far from kicking doors |
| 14 karat gold, diamonds in it, I just stole the show |
| I said, «I think there’s a killer on the loose, somebody close the door» |
| Balenciagas, they cost twelve hunned, I need twelve more |
| Damn, that’s your hoe? |
| Well, I should let you know that she’s a go |
| She gon' fuck around and get slammed like a Jericho |
| Damn, twelve kicked the door, niggas sleep, drugs exposed |
| Damn, ain’t nobody move, if you do, please move slow |
| Damn, everybody just went down, and yeah, man, somebody told |
| Now everybody out on bail, like sharpie, it got them wrote |
| Yeah, yeah, M-O-B still the M-O-T-T-O |
| Yeah, hoes on me everywhere I fucking go |
| And you know I flood the scene |
| Diamonds on my whole regime |
| And I gotta strike 'em, I can’t spare a thing (Dig) |