Woah Woah Yeah (Gang)
Woah Woah Gang
This that gang shit
(Whole Lotta Gang Shit)
Double E
Bro say he don't wanna rap right now (rap right now)
He too busy wrappin' these bows (wrapping these bows)
Spendin' these bags on designer clothes (designer clothes)
I walked in these bitch with a designer hoe
You know I keep a designer pole Don't need to tell me you know I'm gon' blow (know I'm gone blow)
Put that shit nigga up on broke (up on broke)
Yeah, you know we comin' through with that smoke (thru wit that smoke)
Want you some smoke and some za I ain't gon' serve if you broke
When it come through with them boulders I'm hard bodied, you can call me a boulder
Flexin', I'm stretchin' these racks out Yeah, I'm stretchin' these pinks out
Yeah, I'm stretchin' these blues out Yeah, I give my bitch the blues now
Yeah, I'm gettin' those blues now Michael Jackson shoes, I'm smooth now
I hit the za and the dope, I'm bool now
Money hungry, I need me some food now
I spend some racks on some chains so I can kool down
Pop her a pill now, she in the mood now
You up in my way, then I'm makin' you move around
They say I'm in love, I'm a fool wit the money
They say I'm in love, I'm a fool to the money
I'm doin' all I know, I be druggin'
I pop me a pill, you know I be druggin
Sippin' this lean, I'm sippin' this wock
Sipping this wock
I been kept it real from the start Yeah, these niggas kept it fake from the start
Yeah, I kept it trend from the start Bitch, I had to start with that half
Yeah, I made my way to a bow
I'm comin' through with them bows
Ayy, ludicrous, yeah, I'm slangin' them bows
I'm comin' through, doin' the most, ayy
Wip goin' fast, goin' skrrt, ayy
I'm in my wip we goin' skrrt, I'm in my wip, we goin' skrrt
Take off my shirt, see my tatts
She wanna suck on my neck
I keep that Glock in my lap I keep my Glock in my lap
Mm, mm, mm, mm, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh
Whoa, whoa, uh, uh Yeah, yeah, uh, uh
Gang, gang, gang, gang, oh
Sippin' this wock, I been kept it real from the start
Sippin' this wock, I been kept it real from the start
Thanks for watching
Young Ero - Fool To The Money Lyrics
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Woah Woah Yeah (Gang)
Woah Woah Gang
This that gang shit
(Whole Lotta Gang Shit)
Double E
Bro say he don't wanna rap right now (rap right now)
He too busy wrappin' these bows (wrapping these bows)
Spendin' these bags on designer clothes (designer clothes)
I walked in these bitch with a designer hoe
You know I keep a designer pole Don't need to tell me you know I'm gon' blow (know I'm gone blow)
Put that shit nigga up on broke (up on broke)
Yeah, you know we comin' through with that smoke (thru wit that smoke)
Want you some smoke and some za I ain't gon' serve if you broke
When it come through with them boulders I'm hard bodied, you can call me a boulder
Flexin', I'm stretchin' these racks out Yeah, I'm stretchin' these pinks out
Yeah, I'm stretchin' these blues out Yeah, I give my bitch the blues now
Yeah, I'm gettin' those blues now Michael Jackson shoes, I'm smooth now
I hit the za and the dope, I'm bool now
Money hungry, I need me some food now
I spend some racks on some chains so I can kool down
Pop her a pill now, she in the mood now
You up in my way, then I'm makin' you move around
They say I'm in love, I'm a fool wit the money
They say I'm in love, I'm a fool to the money
I'm doin' all I know, I be druggin'
I pop me a pill, you know I be druggin
Sippin' this lean, I'm sippin' this wock
Sipping this wock
I been kept it real from the start Yeah, these niggas kept it fake from the start
Yeah, I kept it trend from the start Bitch, I had to start with that half
Yeah, I made my way to a bow
I'm comin' through with them bows
Ayy, ludicrous, yeah, I'm slangin' them bows
I'm comin' through, doin' the most, ayy
Wip goin' fast, goin' skrrt, ayy
I'm in my wip we goin' skrrt, I'm in my wip, we goin' skrrt
Take off my shirt, see my tatts
She wanna suck on my neck
I keep that Glock in my lap I keep my Glock in my lap
Mm, mm, mm, mm, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh
Whoa, whoa, uh, uh Yeah, yeah, uh, uh
Gang, gang, gang, gang, oh
Sippin' this wock, I been kept it real from the start
Sippin' this wock, I been kept it real from the start
Thanks for watching
Woah Woah Gang
This that gang shit
(Whole Lotta Gang Shit)
Double E
Bro say he don't wanna rap right now (rap right now)
He too busy wrappin' these bows (wrapping these bows)
Spendin' these bags on designer clothes (designer clothes)
I walked in these bitch with a designer hoe
You know I keep a designer pole Don't need to tell me you know I'm gon' blow (know I'm gone blow)
Put that shit nigga up on broke (up on broke)
Yeah, you know we comin' through with that smoke (thru wit that smoke)
Want you some smoke and some za I ain't gon' serve if you broke
When it come through with them boulders I'm hard bodied, you can call me a boulder
Flexin', I'm stretchin' these racks out Yeah, I'm stretchin' these pinks out
Yeah, I'm stretchin' these blues out Yeah, I give my bitch the blues now
Yeah, I'm gettin' those blues now Michael Jackson shoes, I'm smooth now
I hit the za and the dope, I'm bool now
Money hungry, I need me some food now
I spend some racks on some chains so I can kool down
Pop her a pill now, she in the mood now
You up in my way, then I'm makin' you move around
They say I'm in love, I'm a fool wit the money
They say I'm in love, I'm a fool to the money
I'm doin' all I know, I be druggin'
I pop me a pill, you know I be druggin
Sippin' this lean, I'm sippin' this wock
Sipping this wock
I been kept it real from the start Yeah, these niggas kept it fake from the start
Yeah, I kept it trend from the start Bitch, I had to start with that half
Yeah, I made my way to a bow
I'm comin' through with them bows
Ayy, ludicrous, yeah, I'm slangin' them bows
I'm comin' through, doin' the most, ayy
Wip goin' fast, goin' skrrt, ayy
I'm in my wip we goin' skrrt, I'm in my wip, we goin' skrrt
Take off my shirt, see my tatts
She wanna suck on my neck
I keep that Glock in my lap I keep my Glock in my lap
Mm, mm, mm, mm, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh
Whoa, whoa, uh, uh Yeah, yeah, uh, uh
Gang, gang, gang, gang, oh
Sippin' this wock, I been kept it real from the start
Sippin' this wock, I been kept it real from the start
Thanks for watching
Writer: Earon Green
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