[Hook] They say them boys turned crazy after Shyste died Look around bitch, it’s shyste time But shyste ain’t dead, he just went to Vegas With his .45 and a couple Haitians Bitch you ain’t ‘bout that life, so why you keep on faking Don’t make King County have another patient Harlem Zoes I brought with me, bitch them niggas Haitians No green card don’t call immigration
[Verse 1] I’m on the road to the money, bitch I keep 'em chasing No conversation with these bitches, see these bitches later I’m racing to the shmoney that’s my destination Lajan lo, I let Bob translate Black on black Audi thats my transportation Bitch act like I’m fronting bitch no hesitation No one-on-one with the squad, ho, no isolation I’ll have you on the doctor table getting operations Oh yeah my highs with the shits, that’s cooperation And we don’t tell the cops shit, no corroboration (not at all) Oh yeah it's shmoney on my mind, that’s my occupation Oh yeah my Shmurda in this bitch that’s why them guns was sprayin' Oh you ain’t heard, you ain’t heard I get that shmoney bitch I bust that shmoney dance now she on a shmoney dick Oh you ain’t heard, you ain’t heard I get that shmoney bitch Oh you ain’t heard, you ain’t heard she on that shmoney dick Got a pocket full of shmoney like a pocketful I got a pocketful of crippies that’ll pop it to you I got a pocketful for a nigga, got a pocketful And they buy out the bar when they want to
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[Verse 2] Its cocaine time when I’m in the field With my shooters bitch it’s game time See a fuck nigga, open fire, I don’t aim mine (why not) Let that thing fly, we hitting niggas with the same nine Who let a word fly, all my niggas do the same time I hit that ass with the same nine When Jordan went and hit that hang time And Monte went and he just banged five Quato caught a fuck boy and he slang nine Even Sha Sha gave it up, I heard he slang fire Larry Bird that’s that shooter, he get face time All my niggas in the field, bitch the gang nine We making 'Kane smile