LYRICS

Feat. Rico Love

Fuck couches, I'm standing on houses (houses)
I turn the club into my motherfucking office (office)
I got them fly hoes coming off they blouses
And middle fingers up to whoever doubt us
I'm getting that (go hard money)
Yeah (go hard money)
I'm getting that (go hard money)
Yeah (go hard money)
Turn the lights on

Shawty go hard, show without a flow?
Bottles by the bar, the models is by the car
American Express, letters to the deaf
I'm all about my money bitch, I'm married to success.
Hundred carats on my neck, and London won't feed Beckham
Tell Debbie she left him
Girls, we gonna arrest them, hit them
Split them, maybe forget them
Never love them, fuck 'em, tuck 'em
Won't catch me with 'em
Do some for the catch, hundred cash for the Benzes
Double chippy to snithichin' Cartier upon the lenses
Tell ‘em they clean, pass for the chains
And a pat off glass like it's married to the fiends
Me, Terry and I ball fat
You beez under the sleevez make the dog tag
And I squeeze this destiny, get your dog tag
The feature one on this motherfucker, A on that!

Fuck couches, I'm standing on houses (houses)
I turn the club into my motherfucking office (office)
I got them fly hoes coming off they blouses
And middle fingers up to whoever doubt us
I'm getting that (go hard money)
Yeah (go hard money)
I'm getting that (go hard money)
Yeah (go hard money)
Turn the lights on

Sure I'm cozy baby, put a rozy baby
Get your money in robe before the nozy ladies
The flows be crazy, the hoes pursuade me
And the words are next, the boys calls me swavy
Brightin' on freeze, watch full of black stones
Shawty ain't fuckin', send them bum bitches back home
Rico said the plan is, tell him that it's back on
Oh, you rap as my grandkids
Bitch I'm the backbone,
Tthe clean is the fly, it's the coldest
Got the stitch feelin' like ice mixed with the soda
Chopper in the park, we remove the tops
Got them hopped up in the truck, bitches flying to the spot,
Pushing to the needle like them cops is on our top
M's before nems nigga, this is why I'm hot
Haters they tryna block. Won't let a nigga winning
'Bout to murder motherfuckers, they don't let a nigger in this!

Fuck couches, I'm standing on houses (houses)
I turn the club into my motherfucking office (office)
I got them fly hoes coming off they blouses
And middle fingers up to whoever doubt us
I'm getting that (go hard money)
Yeah (go hard money)
I'm getting that (go hard money)
Yeah (go hard money)
Turn the lights on

Go hard money
Go hard money
Go hard money
Go hard money

I'm a boss, bitch, hugo, the latest hublo
It might be new though, to you though, this is what I do though
We bring the crupe out, you know we got to bring the tool out
In case of shootout, somebody had to bring a suit out
North Philly called me Billie but you bring it 2-0
Tell 'em cool off before i have to make a fool out one of y'all
I've been flew up, you gotta get around
Now put it down, bring the crew up, nigga throw up the town
A couple pounds like the dogs do, fuckin' on the barstool
Bella Ross 2 wore your old cartema woo
Come on now Ms. Warden, I'll show you how the sharks do
Back up on my motherfuckin' feet, stand and talk too!

Fuck couches, I'm standing on houses (houses)
I turn the club into my motherfucking office (office)
I got them fly hoes coming off they blouses
And middle fingers up to whoever doubt us
I'm getting that (go hard money)
Yeah (go hard money)
I'm getting that (go hard money)
Yeah (go hard money)
Turn the lights on

Go hard money
Go hard money
Go hard money
Go hard money

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