Cookin Soul - Gangstaz lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Four wheelers at the compound, watching the sun go down High top, my money mount Pitch like [?] through that brick crack [?] In this sh** like Toss me a alley I'm a dunk that b**h I f**ed on her, tho I didn't really want that b**h See her due to haters, so I had to take her I can't allow mistakes to be making with my paper Because the game major, shuffle like a disc changer Bangers, smokers, drinkers at the plane hangar I maintain my vices, yeah tho I flirt with danger I'm all about my money, I'm not no skirt chaser Them hoes is still be around later, waiting on the real player [Hook] Gangsters make the world go round [Verse 2: Tiny C Style] Paddle to the medal, moving like I'm sposed to Getting rich off the streets and pro tools Riding new but damn I love them oldschools Streets f**ed up, damn I miss them old rules False flagging, n***as fronting like they g'd up That's why they double salute, when they see us Keep it gangster ‘til I go Silent like a marble floor Want me in your city, then book me for a show Living lavish and flashy like a gangster supposed Draped in diamonds and gold, wearing the finest of clothes [?] City of God Bossin' up like the mob At the crab tables in Vegas, I'm with the gang going hard Gangster life ‘til its over, Bentleys, Benzes and Rovers You now tuned into the coldest Come baby f** with the owner 19,000 or nothing, you disagree then we coming Gangsters b**h, we make the world go round, don't you forget it dummy