Текст Money Man – Karma
Текст:
Bad bitch callin’ my phone from a number unknown
I won’t’ answer her calls
No shark she be using her jaws
She be suckin’ on a nigga like straw
I’ma hustle with the gang T.I
Talk to a spirit like ?
Spend 20 band aids up in G5
They killed a cool homie on the east side
Ain’t nobody finna sleep till we ride
I’ma shoot the air make a bonfire
Turn his shirt red like some hair dye
House smelling crazy all the gas in it
If you try and burglarize get smashed it
A-1 nigga no bad business
In the club I’m surrounded by bad bitches
In the streets I’m surrounded by bad hitters
?
The shit too accurate
Cut the bitch off cause she fuck too average
Lost 20k bettin’ on the Falcons
Finna put a grow up in Stone Mountain
?
keep countin’
Got weed so loud it sound like shoutin’
Got a house for the money and a house for the ounce
I remember when I hit a lick and somebody hit me that shit was Karma
We were young tryin’ to run up them commas
Made a trip to the west meet a farmer
Did that shit for my son and my daughter
I can’t wait to shoot way harder
I can’t write on the bitch I’ma startle her
BC permanent just like a marker
Left you niggas off like a barber
You sleep in the trap after hours
Come for money the bill like a monster
Pull up with grenade and rocket launchers
Independent I don’t have a sponsor
So they don’t want a nigga to prosper
I’ma do that shit anyway I got a bag atleast I sold 10 today
CP in home I just ran off on rent today
Need me a whip I try to buy or rent an Escalade
Went out to Denver in my latest escapade
Ran up a check nigga let it resonate
I’m a fly nigga I need me a resume
Need me a Dreka I feel like Kevin Gates
Me and my niggas are one we can’t separate
I had no hoe I had to run it up solo
I stood on the corner in dirty ass polo
She bounce on my dick up and down like a pogo
She said she don’t strip she just dancing for Go-go
She said it’s for college keep that on the low low
I know she strip so she ain’t gotta lie to me
I’m getting rich off the reefer they buy from me
Keep that shit low and don’t ever switch sides on me
Bad bitch callin’ my phone from another unknown
I won’t answer her calls
No shark she be using her jaws
She be suckin’ on a nigga like straw
She gon’ ride like sayin’ hee haw
I’ma hustle with the gang T.I
Talk to a spirit like a efi
Spend 20 band aids up in G5
They killed a cool homie on the east side
Ain’t nobody finna sleep till we ride
I’ma shoot the air make a bonfire
Turn this shit real like some hair dye
I’m smelling crazy all the gas scented
If you try and burglarize get smashed it
A-1 nigga no bad business
In the club I’m surrounded by bad bitches
In the streets I’m surrounded by bad hitters
?
The shit too accurate
Cut the bitch off cause she fuck too average
Lost 20k bettin’ on the Falcons
Finna put a grow up in Stone Mountain
?
keep countin’
Got weed so loud it sound like shoutin’
Got a house for the money and a house for the ounce
