Money Boss Players

Money Boss Players - Games lyrics

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Man, you sure you're gettin money, B you ain't gettin a dime

Y'all niggas is petty crooks, snatchin chains and pocket books

Who you been wit? (Jive ass, money-go motherfuckers)

In this ghetto jurisdiction, some niggas are solid, while others are

science fiction

Well respected, I'm connected to the roots and the trees, me familia's

thick

Flippin ki's, dangerous, stay on top of broken ank-les

Kickin ghetto wit spang-les, so all places new to the game

MVP's down to earth, niggas talkin 'bout ki's

They gotta grab theirs first while my crew sittin

sippin Cristal, puffin spinach in my villa

Money Boss nigga, bigger than your biggest coke dealer

We be the outspoken, no one hoes like calibre

Metal like Metallica, so cock your Mac 11's if your wit me

You ain't sellin shit and you ain't doin shit

You kills me, coke's is steppin stones to big cars and homes

Impress me and buy a half brick o' D

Uptown NY, makin MVP's



(There's only three ways out, so how you wanna play?)



[Chorus:]



If it ain't real, it ain't right

Grown men playing teenage games

Don't gotta say no names

Musicians wanna be gangstas

Gangstas wanna be musicians

Two sides on all positions

So be what you witness



My everyday, seen a pocket full of green

As the sun beams on the QB and make it gleam

C notes and half Amir's, break off and rubber bands

Jump and touch a class window, blacked out, black era

Is there a common wealth? Twistin up a 20 for delf

If your AG's then seize my peeps with the wealth

All players, big willies, big spenders and hustlers

Dice game, Five-0 break it up, wanna ????

Make some moves with this crab nigga

I knew he was a fake nigga

Got knocks, snitched up, switched up

Started turning state, caught a case

and I thought court offenders make the best story sayers

Money Boss Players



[Chorus]



So you's a hustler, you ain't a hustler, you's a gangsta

I bet'cha, and if you had cash would I sweat'cha?

You're buggin, my street dialect ain't soggin

Absolute, no jive, aiyo busters start in five

Don't fuck with them and those cos they shallow

Chocolate weed be on my breath coppin Nike Air apparell

Comin thru blocks, rippin shit up like a vandal

We all can't play, some of us face sport and Kangol

Roll dice, I'm nice, sippin half pints of courage

I heard, sellin coke is the only way to flourish

If the God ain't got it, the God ain't spendin

Po' niggas still po', them niggas they livin splendid



[Chorus]
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