[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Yeah, 2015, n***a
New year, new money, n***a, new money, n***a
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
Most of these n***as just around for the perks
f** it, let 'em eat like Meechi
Money, p**y, power and work
When I die, bury me with my phone, n***a
'Cause I ain't leavin' clientele for these ho-n***as
Industry today ain't about winnin' or losin'
It's 'bout makin' statements
Send my little n***a, Sly, through the AK sh**
I own in a while like Seymour (-)
Re-up quick, see more work
Yeah, I'm like a hippie in a past life
Me and my Crippy still high from last night
'Cause I'm a self-made gangsta
And you a self-centered wa*ksta
[Hook: Thirst Mulah]
Ha, comin' to the wrong town
p**y, p**y-n***a got shot
Long money, f**in' none about
You be dead on the block
All I know is money, s** and money, murder
All I know is money, s** and money, murder
All I know is money, s** and money, murder
You be dead on the block
[Verse 2: Thirst Mulah]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, mama tried to warn me
I was 'ddicted to the street life
Mama used to scorn me
Never in the f**in' house, but so are street lights
Woo, red bandana-reppin'
Move around the town, man, Mel Gibson with the weapon
Diddy-boppin', got my cruise on when I'm steppin'
n***a had to die, f** it, hit him with the Wesson
I'm a get this money, motherf**er, I'm a ride out
Most these n***as frontin'
Leave 'em wet and get 'em dried out
Movin' and shootin', n***a, the battleground
Everythin' you seein', better back it up
.45th on my waist, had to back 'em up
Click-cla**, then I throw 'em in the Caddy trunk
Move around the town, homie, like got sh** to prove
I ain't got no life, I ain't got sh** to lose
[Hook: Thirst Mulah]
[Verse 3: Sose]
My n***a, y'all want a four-door, 'scule vision
I ain't even lookin' through a full scope
You trippin', n***a think his life is a baggage claim
Strap a f**in' bomb to a pa**enger, now it's half a plane
Your destination was final
Your camp was never concentrated on the lyrics
So was d**h on a rival
Athena means that I'm Theano, blood embedded with tribal
Native who made it to save the day, a reign's like a cycle
A page out the Bible, break it like a paper with typos
I plead insanity, you know that I'm the range on our rifles
I'm all Michaels, Michael Myers, Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin' in your b**h
Now she chiropractin', drive her legs in
It's so fortunate I'm scorchin' sh**
It's apparent you're embarra**ed
When I take off with your audience
Accordin' to the papers
And the statements you was caught up in
You faker than Jamaicans in Half-Baked
There's somethin' wrong with 'em
[Hook: Thirst Mulah]