They Don't Want None

Far as dough, I'm stuffed with cash, popping like fuckle tags

Rappin' in Belize, Louis Vuitton duffle bags

Guess who home, my nigga Shyne

Straight out the brick house to a brick house

Money flowin' like it's Chris Dale

Shine on it swiss styles, I'm hood as Kid Styles

My Clair Bomber jacket perfect for the pit stop, it is now

You boys don't want none, release on the blood Glock

They here by, they go numb

Goin' plan no. 1 with the gang no. 2

Start track no. 3 back to ypee MV

(Gots the chill) While I stack a mill to the ceiling

Ten gangstas outside, meeting gangstas in the building

One nigga can't stop this motherfuckin' killin'

Hell on earth of repercussion, the blood is spelt on my children

Cowboys and Indians, motherfuck the pilgrims

Infiltrate my squad near every cat buildin'

(They don't want none)

Don't make a nigga pull Glocks in the shots

Spin that black ghost around the block

(They don't need none)

We got pills for days

Give a bitch chills and thrills for days

Know I mean?

(Let 'em have some)

Ace of Spades by the fountains

Cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains

(In a week I'm)

We bringin' the fuck

Yo B, let 'em know

Money Gang uh

Fish out the cooker, bein' busy for the pussy

In the kitchen with the cook of blood yea, then you rough us

You fuckin' hookers, y'all a bunch of Ashton Kutcher's

With the finger tag backs, you ain't jackin' that

Yo Game, I'm laughin' at these cop who turned shote us

Imagine that, you're mad a fuckin' life happen at

You's the only one there, I swear

Stuck the blood clut cryin'

I'm in Belize with Game when these shots fired in this silence

Y'all motherfuckaz singin'

I've see the paperwork, you a fuckin' pigeon, no kisses

Count clood to the ceilin'

George Jackson shit, Vic, Vag, Vellin

Hopin' every cell they creepin'

County fuckin' with me, I'm the best livin'

(They don't want none)

Don't make a nigga pull Glocks in the shots

Spin that black ghost around the block

(They don't need none)

We got pills for days

Give a bitch chills and thrills for days

Know I mean?

(Let 'em have some)

Ace of Spades by the fountains

Cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains

(In a week I'm)

We bringin' the fuck

Yo B, let 'em know

Money Gang uh

Check it, what the blood clot?

Nigga blood got Ferrari's and Lambo's parked outside the drug spot

Survived five shots, you know that

When bitch niggas died, they cried

Cause they had to pay for that

Payers took it, where the blow at?

I just won a hundred racks on blackjack and you know I'm 'bout to blow that

They don't make real niggas where you from

Sick 45, I'm 'bout to finger fuck the trigga till them hollows come

Talk shit? Swallow one

You fuckin' move me

I disrespect niggas like in old Italian movies

I'm sayin', I live, you ready

I come in the restaurant with my shirt off and spit in your fuckin' spaghetti sauce

Boss, my pocket's fatter than my nigga Ross

Wipe this milkatrone off my mouth with my Louis glove

Understand?

I'm a California felon

Bust your cerebellum, skateboard go and tell 'em

(They don't want none)

Don't make a nigga pull Glocks in the shots

Spin that black ghost around the block

(They don't need none)

We got pills for days

Give a bitch chills and thrills for days

Know I mean?

(Let 'em have some)

Ace of Spades by the fountains

Cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains

(In a week I'm)

We bringin' the fuck

Yo B, let 'em know

Money Gang