Intro:
Gangster
Gangster
Verse 1:
5 bands fresh up out the cage, no cut walking out the court
F--k the judge, we got s--t you could snort
I heard you take back everything that you bought
If you was not selling s--t, we would’ve fought
Yea I got felonies, yea I was selling tree
Black told me whip that s--t up with a fork
This money coming, what the f--k is you telling me?
Now I’m just shopping out Beverly Hills
I got pills, tell me what is you selling me?
I know you make up with jealousy
I’m just chillin where felons be
I’m lighting cookies and celery
Only wit n----s I know going to hell with me
Burn in that fire for all we done done
Only keep medical all in my blunt
I got some pills and y’all could get one
I got some hoes, if I call they gon’ come
We up in the mansion, we all from the slums
I had a dream I was talking to Pun
I told him I just had a talk with his son
I told him his father was part of the sum
My man just called me, he got caught with a gun
Pray to God, ain’t no bodies on it
Tried to sell it, ain’t nobody want it
See a corner, ain’t nobody on it
I can make it mine by the morning
Tres, nickels, dimes, and them quarters
Gotta check the line for informants
You ain’t even signed, you recording
Talking to the swine since they caught him
When they said that time you was talking
Better off residing in a coffin
Chorus:
I just cannot see me calling you b-----s no more I got money to make
I was just trapping before I was rapping, my lawyer was working my case “facts”
I can not trust all them watches you copping, that chains you got on that look fake
I had a talk with your wife in the club and she told me she just want a taste
I just cannot see me calling you b-----s no more I got money to make
I was just trapping before I was rapping, my lawyer was working my case “facts”
I can not trust all them watches you copping, that chains you got on that look fake
I had a talk with your wife in the club and she told me she just want a taste
Verse 2:
Listen, I been drinking Rose so long, so this year I’ll do nothing but Ace “Ace”
When BIG died, Harlem World dropped, I swear I listen to nothing but Ma$e “Murder”
They talk behind my back all the time but never say nothing up to my face
I jump out the Wraith with the homie
These diamonds they jump out the face of the Rollie
She texting my phone like she naked and h---y
And I ain’t got time, got a plane in the morning
I’m high off some s--t, I don’t know what they call it
They gave me a number but I never calling it
And we make a movie anywhere that we walking
Anyway we living the s--t you just talking it
Better pay attention who you been talking with
I told LV I won’t stop til we all get rich
Hopping in something I’m good with my marketing
You ain’t got it, you ain’t got it, no bargaining
Block the number, guarantee she gon call again
Heads always turn around when we walking in
Money coming, I could ball like a tournament
I ain’t got it, if you need it, I’ll order it
This designer s--t, I wasn’t affording it
Public housing, where them cameras recording s--t
I don’t give a f--k as long as my daughter rich
Catch you in the store, have the whole corner lit
Early morning in the lobby we loitering
I think AI was a Hoya then
That’s back when I couldn’t afford the rent
Life is a b---h, so enjoy it then
Look at my neck you wonder where that water went
(?) and I swear I want all of it
Chorus:
I just cannot see me calling you b-----s no more I got money to make “I can’t see it”
I was just trapping before I was rapping, my lawyer was working my case “facts”
I can not trust all them watches you copping, that chain you got on that look fake “bang, bang”
I had a talk with your wife in the club and she told me she just want a taste
I just cannot see me calling you b-----s no more I got money to make
I was just trapping before I was rapping, my lawyer was working my case “facts”
I can not trust all them watches you copping, that chain you got on that look fake
I had a talk with your wife in the club and she told me she just want a taste
