Juelz Santana - Usher Raymond lyrics

[Intro: Fly-Ty] Yeah, these n***as out here ain't right, y'all They out here singin' Fly-Ty, y'all know what it is Fly-Ty, what up [Hook: Juelz Santana] 30,000 on my wrist, f** you saying? Count the cash at the lot, no complaining p**y n***as pointing fingers at my arrangement They out here singing in these streets like Usher Raymond Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond These n***as singing in these streets like Usher Raymond Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond These n***as singing in these streets like Usher Raymond [Verse 1: Fly-Ty] 30,000, all twenties, blew that on one watch 100 bands, all hundreds, blew that on one drop Five bricks, broke down, sold that on one block Those [?] go for ten dollars, one color on one block Play around with Fly money, a n***a must wanna die money I'ma get rich or die trying, put that on Sha Money Did fifteen, came home, ball hard like I never left In the town house, on Lenox Road, made with it, and the chef It's Fly-Ty, know the name, I get money, know the game I trip poppy, one call, he bring mo' trucks Queens n***a, ballin' hard, my gear, slow bucks Balenciagas on my feet, Fly-Ty don't walk cheap [Hook: Juelz Santana] 30,000 on my wrist, f** you saying? Count the cash at the lot, no complaining p**y n***as pointing fingers at my arrangement They out here singing in these streets like Usher Raymond Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond These n***as singing in these streets like Usher Raymond Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond These n***as singing in these streets like Usher Raymond [Verse 2: Cap-1] A hundred bricks gone out of room service Any b**h seen with me, she's 'bout to serve her purpose Flat foot pimpin', I don't have feelings Pulled up to the club, I don't have a ceiling 200 K large, 'bout to Instagram it With my centerfold b**h, she 'bout as thick as Janet These n***as singing songs, n***as Usher Raymond How the f** you pull that b**h? These n***as must be payin' I don't pay that b**h sh**, barely pay attention Tryna whip that new Mercedes, that's my favorite engine Shouts out to my real n***as, steak sauce sweet, A1 Only f** with the bossest b**hes, first deals when that yay come Run around with them shooters, n***a, my young n***as, they'll shake something And these n***as singing in paper work, you don't like me n***a, then say something, I'm gone [Hook: Juelz Santana] 30,000 on my wrist, f** you saying? Count the cash at the lot, no complaining p**y n***as pointing fingers at my arrangement They out here singing in these streets like Usher Raymond Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond These n***as singing in these streets like Usher Raymond Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond These n***as singing in these streets like Usher Raymond [Verse 3: Lil Durk] These n***as be singing, tell 'em hold up That mac barrel look like doughnut From Chiraq back to New York One n***a get smoked like Newport Head shot full of veg, that red dot Red beams on his face like red hot Got a couple young n***as with dreadlocks Rob me, bullets fly through his dreadlocks Ask about me, I'm 'bout that life Change n***as and I won't think twice These n***as, they snitch, they mice Gave my n***a Young Cory life [?] No new n***as, no tellin' LV on my feet, they illin' [?] we chillin' My youngins shoot like barren I got that D spot jammin' My youngins shoot like Kevin I got that D spot jammin' I got it by the weight, I'm never changin' And I gotta stay low, I see Usher Raymond [Hook: Juelz Santana] 30,000 on my wrist, f** you saying? Count the cash at the lot, no complaining p**y n***as pointing fingers at my arrangement They out here singing in these streets like Usher Raymond Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond These n***as singing in these streets like Usher Raymond Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond These n***as singing in these streets like Usher Raymond