Jody Breeze - Money To Blow lyrics

[Verse 1] Okay now tell these haters be gone We on, a whole-nother level The top is where I belong Down for whatever Wrong n***a to sleep on Someone bring a shovel tell these rappers 'RIP' home Since I can remember, all I knew was P-stones Why you think they call me gunner for? Little homie keep chrome Put two through your cheek bones Smoke one on your b**h a** One hand on my steering wheel The other one's on your b**h's a** Yeah n***a I get cash constantly Catch me in a two door Jag pa**ing cars on Ponce De Le Young b**h, I'm on b**h Like Lil Kim in her old days, I'm nasty with it But I like my b**hes bow-legged, know know, ? with it Yessir, J-O-D-Y B-R double E Z-E Keep it OG like Eazy E But I ain't no crip though Four fifth new clip on my hip so Don't trip get whipped out your mother f**ing seat won't beat tell them n***as 'better get low' These n***as sweet like ? I'm k**ing these n***as like Newports My stomach's growling, and y'all n***as looking like meatloaf I do this twenty-four hours ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? cowards Jody Breeze, aye yeah, that's that n***a Say you want some weed, aye, pa** that n***a 'What you about to do to me?' Oh, blast that n***a Now he dead, and that's that n***a