k blacka - mccb lyrics
[hook]
i seen ogs on the corner making h-lla sales
no matter what’s the weather or the cars, they on the paper trail
had bad b-tches flexin’, ridin’ in they coupes
and to get that, i knew just what a n-gga had to do
i had to get money, cars, clothes, and b-tches
i had to get money, cars, clothes, and b-tches
i had to get money, cars, clothes, and b-tches
i had to get money, cars, clothes, and b-tches
[verse 1]
i was just a little n-gga walkin’ ‘round the e, i seen a lot of action
took a trip to the scene and see the ogs trapping
fifteen fees p-ssed, spend ten, you get three back
i saw a rock on the stove, made the dope jump, rabbit
then bag it, left and came back at it
say k blacka, you want this money, you can’t be slacking
you see this sh-t i do in front of you, you know i stack it
i started thinking in my head about saran wrapping
he said you can be rich soon if you don’t be no fool
but still i took my chances trapping the green in school
i asked my og do you do any clubbing?
he said that club gon’ be there n-gga, i’m tryna get this money
[hook]
i seen ogs on the corner making h-lla sales
no matter what’s the weather or the cars, they on the paper trail
had bad b-tches flexin’, ridin’ in they coupes
and to get that, i knew just what a n-gga had to do
i had to get money, cars, clothes, and b-tches
i had to get money, cars, clothes, and b-tches
i had to get money, cars, clothes, and b-tches
i had to get money, cars, clothes, and b-tches
[verse 2]
i’m all grown now
do what i want now
trap on that same corner
trap out that same house
where they be racks out
and push packs out
got me in love with money
all a n-gga want is money
he pull up to a yard, n0body don’t stay in
he open the door, i swear that b-tch look like a bakery
he said it’s blow and you can make what you want today
don’t let ‘em lie to you, money change every day
it do, this b-tch just told me she don’t suck d-ck
threw money on the bed and force that ho to try to swallow it
you said i’m going to strip club and throw bands on the b-tch
you better go straight to the plug and throw bands on the brick
[hook]
i seen ogs on the corner making h-lla sales
no matter what’s the weather or the cars, they on the paper trail
had bad b-tches flexin’, ridin’ in they coupes
and to get that, i knew just what a n-gga had to do
i had to get money, cars, clothes, and b-tches
i had to get money, cars, clothes, and b-tches
i had to get money, cars, clothes, and b-tches
i had to get money, cars, clothes, and b-tches
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