Lyrics

(Am I a God?)
Yea
Yea
Huh, huh, huh, huh
I need my money, money, yeah
I need my money now (let's go)
I need my money, money (bitch)
I need my money now (let's go)
Choppa hold hunnid, hunnid (hunnid)
Choppa hold hunnid rounds
Choppa hold hunnid, hunnid, yeah
Choppa hold hunnid rounds
Choppa got monkey nuts, huh
I'm bout to mop your town (go)
Leaving'em slumped, they stuck (let's go)
I came with my glock and some rounds
You ain't from my block don't come round (nah)
Why they keep jacking my style? (huh?)
The way they did me was so foul (let's go)
I made my pack go run the mile (bitch)
These drugs controlling me (woo)
They got a hold on me (let's go)
I do not get no sleep (aye)
I got the glock on me (let's go)
I'm on yo block, yo street (bow)
Homie we playing for keeps, uh
Watch what you say to me (let's go)
Jump you while you in yo sleep (bow)
Thinking that it is a dream (bow)
Play this one on repeat (let's go)
Play this one every day (woo)
Thinking I need a break (let's go)
Toting them big AK's (woo)
Shooting them bitches like Clay, uh
Ballin like it is two K, uh
Aye, Loudz
Aye, I got a bitch in the south, south
She really working me out, out
Still love the money no doubt, doubt
I want the cake, I want the dough, I want the cheese
That's what I'm really about, bout
I want the cake, I want the dough, I want the cheese
That's what I'm really about, bout
I just keep adding amounts, mounts
All of these hunnids, can't count, count
All of that talk, you ain't bout, bout
Why is you running your mouth, mouth?
Keep it a hunnid, I cannot talk
That's what I'm really about, bout
Joe, Q, me and Freebandz in this bitch and we blowing it down, down
Bad bitch bussing it down, down
Don't give a fuck
I'm in this bitch, rolling a wood
I'm in this bitch with a goon
Go ahead, go test your luck
Promise I'll run yo ass up
Promise I'll get yo ass tucked
I need the money right now, right now, right now
That is a must, yeah
(Huh, huh)
I need my money, money, yeah
I need my money now (let's go)
I need my money, money (bitch)
I need my money now (let's go)
Choppa hold hunnid, hunnid (hunnid)
Choppa hold hunnid rounds
Choppa hold hunnid, hunnid, yeah
Choppa hold hunnid rounds
Choppa got monkey nuts, huh
I'm bout to mop your town (go)
Leaving'em slumped, they stuck (let's go)
I came with my glock and some rounds
You ain't from my block don't come round (nah)
Why they keep jacking my style? (huh?)
The way they did me was so foul (let's go)
I made my pack go run the mile (bitch)
(Am I a God?)
(MTwenty where you at brother?)
Written by: Joseph Maas, Quentin Drenth, Tony Shada
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