Blac Youngsta - Money Bag lyrics

[Intro: DJ Twin] DJ Twin Chi-town youngest in charge I told y'all n***as 2016 my year Time Is Money Entertainment [Hook: Rick Ross] I rubber band my check Suzanne Summers all on my neck Chevy run like a Corvette Still war ready on deck A money bag on your head Money bag on your head, money bag on your head They comin' straight for your neck I rubber band my check Suzanne Summers all on my neck Chevy run like a Corvette Still war ready on deck A money bag on your head Money bag on your head, money bag on your head They comin' straight for your neck [Verse 1: Sean Kingston] Money bag on your head Disrespect the game, don't play I'm a real bad man, real gangsta No-no will I talk two faced Man a real bad man from here Drive and go, trap the plane Man a real bad man No, no, no, no, no, no, no way Kingston we come from Kingston we (?) Gunshot bust, shawty gunshot car badman sing it now No-no we no play I'm a real bad man no lie From-from jungle To (?) to the MIA We be ridin' out Bad b**hes, she ridin' out n***as talkin', they bitin' now n***as talkin', they bitin' now k**a pull up then spray rounds Hundred choppers with 100 rounds n***a that's your kid? We gon' shoot up his playground [Hook: Rick Ross] I rubber band my check Suzanne Summers all on my neck Chevy run like a Corvette Still war ready on deck A money bag on your head Money bag on your head, money bag on your head They comin' straight for your neck I rubber band my check Suzanne Summers all on my neck Chevy run like a Corvette Still war ready on deck A money bag on your head Money bag on your head, money bag on your head They comin' straight for your neck [Verse 2: Blac Youngsta] You don't want (?) me ho My young n***as k**in' for the free ho I took your life like it's repo You can go ask my OG we rode I was on the block playin' cee-lo Young n***a bet 100 grand I'ma free throw Young n***a shoot your grandma through the peep hole Better not tell the police you see ho Can't be touched huh? You think you tough huh? All my necklace cut throat huh Guns in the closet Beef, won't squash it (?) beats little n***a Young n***a mobbin' 100 on the Carbon It'll knock you off your feet little n***a Go to war with anybody Pull up in the 'Rari They was actin' tough at first but now they sorry I do not hurt nobody, do not friend nobody We gon' throw a party, enemies invited We gon' have a ride, we can suicide You can run and hide, you can die now I'ma love my gun, I'ma let it ride [Hook: Rick Ross] I rubber band my check Suzanne Summers all on my neck Chevy run like a Corvette Still war ready on deck A money bag on your head Money bag on your head, money bag on your head They comin' straight for your neck I rubber band my check Suzanne Summers all on my neck Chevy run like a Corvette Still war ready on deck A money bag on your head Money bag on your head, money bag on your head They comin' straight for your neck