[Intro: Quilly]
We on. Uh, uh. Turn me up. Uh, roll up
Let me talk to em. Uh, I'm right in tho
Uh
[Verse 1: Quilly]
When we talkin' bout streets, you rappers never there
When we talkin' bout blocks nigga, I'm every where
If we was talkin' bout flows, they know I'm heavy there
If you was talkin' bout raw, I'll bring that Eddie there
Don't spin my block on some goofy shit; that Desi there
They'll leave you there wit candles lit and Teddy Bears
And we ain't talkin' bout diss tracks, that chedda there
Besides that, I'm out here, they never there
Lets turn these thoughts into dollars, that powder in dollars
As long as it makes sense nigga, it make dollars
Let them hoes come wit the money, if not, holla
We in the dope spot, every hour on the Owl
We in the field like we scrimmaging
I'd have more niggas' on your top than Zimmerman
Sevens and some Timberlands, fitted and my long Johns
Ridin' wit this long 9; pocket full of citizens
They told me "talk filthy" so I talk heavy
My youngins' front line and they all ready
I got a couple hitters, that'll put some heat to you
I got this foreign bitch, she won't even speak to you
They say we gettin' money, don't know how to act now
We don't need help when we in Saks now
We entering the club through the back now
Poppin' bottles wit the 40 and the MAC now
We on. Uh, uh. Turn me up. Uh, roll up
Let me talk to em. Uh, I'm right in tho
Uh
[Verse 1: Quilly]
When we talkin' bout streets, you rappers never there
When we talkin' bout blocks nigga, I'm every where
If we was talkin' bout flows, they know I'm heavy there
If you was talkin' bout raw, I'll bring that Eddie there
Don't spin my block on some goofy shit; that Desi there
They'll leave you there wit candles lit and Teddy Bears
And we ain't talkin' bout diss tracks, that chedda there
Besides that, I'm out here, they never there
Lets turn these thoughts into dollars, that powder in dollars
As long as it makes sense nigga, it make dollars
Let them hoes come wit the money, if not, holla
We in the dope spot, every hour on the Owl
We in the field like we scrimmaging
I'd have more niggas' on your top than Zimmerman
Sevens and some Timberlands, fitted and my long Johns
Ridin' wit this long 9; pocket full of citizens
They told me "talk filthy" so I talk heavy
My youngins' front line and they all ready
I got a couple hitters, that'll put some heat to you
I got this foreign bitch, she won't even speak to you
They say we gettin' money, don't know how to act now
We don't need help when we in Saks now
We entering the club through the back now
Poppin' bottles wit the 40 and the MAC now
( Quilly )
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