wavy navy pooh - money on my head lyrics
[intro: wavy navy pooh]
whole lotta sus sh+t no scrub sh+t n+gga
get money and stop hating f+ckboy
you understand me, aye aye aye
[chorus: wavy navy pooh]
these n+ggas say it’s money on my head but they ain’t got enough
looking for these n+ggas in these streets but they ain’t popping up
i’m cutting through the other side but i ain’t leave you dead enough
i’m snapping on my shooter he ain’t paint that n+gga red enough
walk up on that n+gga gun him down you know his head’ll bust
i hear that n+gga talking like he savage but he scared of us
quick to let it blow you know my n+ggas some shooters, aye
we don’t do no talking wе ain’t with the computers
[verse 1: wavy navy pooh]
black leadеrs of our days, yeah my n+ggas some bloods
see these diamonds round my neck, yeah i got this out the mud
common revolution in progress, my n+gga juicy a crip
step out and bounce i hit his line, my n+gga juicy’ll trip
f+ck i look like beef with n+ggas i’m too big for y’all
the first to make it out my city look what i did for y’all
you n+ggas cutting on my side what was you thinking though
you n+ggas getting out of line you need a spanking dawg
mannie fresh, watch a n+gga get his roll on
baby girl how you a freak you got your clothes on
when i pick up my lil shooter all he need is a molly
when i pick up my lil shooter he gon’ catch him a body
[chorus: wavy navy pooh]
these n+ggas say it’s money on my head but they ain’t got enough
looking for these n+ggas in these streets but they ain’t popping up
i’m cutting through the other side but i ain’t leave you dead enough
i’m snapping on my shooter he ain’t paint that n+gga red enough
walk up on that n+gga gun him down you know his head’ll bust
i hear that n+gga talking like he savage but he scared of us
quick to let it blow you know my n+ggas some shooters, aye
we don’t do no talking we ain’t with the computers
[verse 2: moneybagg yo]
(uh, uh, uh, uh, go)
already be fly before i even board a flight (just land)
ducked off in the trenches they thought i was losing sight (can’t see me)
we push when it’s necessary don’t believe the hype (go)
i’m a young n+gga don’t give a f+ck and that’s her favorite type
man you know that ain’t my speed why you running make a post
they gon’ do it they gon’ go
boss and drug can’t tell them blow (shoot)
hitters pulled a triple double they scored three times in a row
prefer my drugs raw like me i hate when they play with the dope (f+ck)
hit my [?] for a reason he a rat and i knew it (knew it)
tunnel vision ’bout this paper how i’m getting straight to it (gone)
everything i do exclusive, this the latest in louie (drip)
ain’t a soul f+cking with me, we can end the conclusion
facts
[chorus: wavy navy pooh]
these n+ggas say it’s money on my head but they ain’t got enough
looking for these n+ggas in these streets but they ain’t popping up
i’m cutting through the other side but i ain’t leave you dead enough
i’m snapping on my shooter he ain’t paint that n+gga red enough
walk up on that n+gga gun him down you know his head’ll bust
i hear that n+gga talking like he savage but he scared of us
quick to let it blow you know my n+ggas some shooters, aye
we don’t do no talking we ain’t with the computers
[verse 3: wavy navy pooh]
i’d rather catch him in the car than catch him on feet, aye
yeah you scoped but i’ma catch you n+ggas four deep
the way he ran them down you swear them boys had no heat
them n+ggas chicken, yeah they sour, yeah they so sweet
semi looking clean, wavy where you got your fade at?
n+ggas wanna ride shotgun they see me laid back
see them keys and them guns there, you can have that
please don’t call my phone if you hesitate to grab that
n+ggas hollering gang just to flip me up on snapchat
when i up you gon’ run, you won’t have no time to clap back
spin a n+gga round, put two shots in his snapback
leave a n+gga in the store in a bag, like some rap snacks
[chorus: wavy navy pooh]
these n+ggas say it’s money on my head but they ain’t got enough
looking for these n+ggas in these streets but they ain’t popping up
i’m cutting through the other side but i ain’t leave you dead enough
i’m snapping on my shooter he ain’t paint that n+gga red enough
walk up on that n+gga gun him down you know his head’ll bust
i hear that n+gga talking like he savage but he scared of us
quick to let it blow you know my n+ggas some shooters, aye
we don’t do no talking we ain’t with the computers
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