Money Make the World Go Around
[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
They tellin' me
They tellin'
Come on, GlockBoyz, n***a
(N***a) Boy
[Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & BandGang Javar]
They tellin' me that money make the world go 'round
She tellin' me her ass real, I'm like, "Turn around" (She's like, "Turn around")
I love music, my favorite song be them chopper sounds (That be them chopper sounds)
The weed strong, if it ain't loud, then we gon' turn it down
Like n***as I got mine, just me and brodie in the coupe
My n***as close, come to the hood and we can show you how to hoop
N***as ain't nevеr shot a jumper, turn to Kobe in the booth (BandGang)
Yеah, we them n***as, thirty bitches in the club, the guns too
[Verse 1: BandGang Javar]
Find somethin' else to do, runnin' off on me ain't safe
Beezy'll hit you with that switch like you a slave that ran away
Think TeeJaee signed to OVO, when he pop up, he bring Drac'
Needy classes, by the time he saw that bitch, it was too late
Tired of n***as askin' me for cheese without a plan
Fucked the bag up and dodged my cause, be a man
You was scared to use your name, I tried to show you how to scam
Would've fucked your bank up, at least you would've had some bands
You don't get tired of bein' broke? Don't wanna voucher for your kids?
Why you ain't tryna go OT? I would've sent you there with Biggs
Would've got five jacks out of every store we sent you in
That would've made you 10K when you got back to the crib
[Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
They tellin' me that money make the world go 'round
She tellin' me her ass real, I'm like, "Turn around" (She's like, "Turn around")
I love music, my favorite song be them chopper sounds (That be them chopper sounds)
The weed strong, if it ain't loud, then we gon' turn it down
Like n***as I got mine, just me and brodie in the coupe
My n***as close, come to the hood and we can show you how to hoop
N***as ain't never shot a jumper, turn to Kobe in the booth
Yeah, we them n***as, thirty bitches in the club, the guns too
[Verse 2: The Godfather]
My n***a one-stop shop, we got everything you need
The four-five Glock'll turn you to an angel, give you wings
I'm on Strathmore pourin' up a whole pint of lean
Last n***a tried to slide got his ass sent to Jesus
Pussy, I'm married to my Glock, I can't leave it
I tweak out and leave a n***a dead for no reason
Soundin' like a marching band, the drum on the chop beatin'
Out the way, you can hit my other phone if you can't reach me
Put a fully on the Glock, switch to two-three
You take one, we take three, killing n***as made me
Told bro can't never leave the block because it raised me
Walked him down, he ain't try to run because he lazy
[Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & BandGang Biggs]
They tellin' me that money make the world go 'round
She tellin' me her ass real, I'm like, "Turn around" (She's like, "Turn around")
I love music, my favorite song be them chopper sounds (That be them chopper sounds)
The weed strong, if it ain't loud, then we gon' turn it down
Like n***as I got mine, just me and brodie in the coupe
My n***as close, come to the hood and we can show you how to hoop
N***as ain't never shot a jumper, turn to Kobe in the booth
Yeah, we them n***as, thirty bitches in the club (Come on now), the guns too
[Verse 3: BandGang Biggs]
N***as broke, that's the reason we don't see them often (We don't see these n***as)
My n***as up, you could tell by this weed I'm coughin' (Yeah)
Stop cappin', I've been in the jungle, I can't stop cappin'
N***as funny, got [?], we got 'caine, stop laughin'
I can tell you 'bout my life, but this shit somethin' like a book
Only time you see me run away is if I see the hook
I be chillin' under pressure, you won't never see me shook
Don't ask me how I ran it up, can't even tell you what it took
My name Biggs, if you ain't know, might fuck a ho and pour a four
Don't try to run up in this spot, we got big chopper at the door
If you an opp, then let me know, don't watch the door, might shoot it up (Yeah)
I be tweakin' off them drugs, I ain't gon' lie, I'm booted up (I'm high as hell)
They tellin' me
They tellin'
Come on, GlockBoyz, n***a
(N***a) Boy
[Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & BandGang Javar]
They tellin' me that money make the world go 'round
She tellin' me her ass real, I'm like, "Turn around" (She's like, "Turn around")
I love music, my favorite song be them chopper sounds (That be them chopper sounds)
The weed strong, if it ain't loud, then we gon' turn it down
Like n***as I got mine, just me and brodie in the coupe
My n***as close, come to the hood and we can show you how to hoop
N***as ain't nevеr shot a jumper, turn to Kobe in the booth (BandGang)
Yеah, we them n***as, thirty bitches in the club, the guns too
[Verse 1: BandGang Javar]
Find somethin' else to do, runnin' off on me ain't safe
Beezy'll hit you with that switch like you a slave that ran away
Think TeeJaee signed to OVO, when he pop up, he bring Drac'
Needy classes, by the time he saw that bitch, it was too late
Tired of n***as askin' me for cheese without a plan
Fucked the bag up and dodged my cause, be a man
You was scared to use your name, I tried to show you how to scam
Would've fucked your bank up, at least you would've had some bands
You don't get tired of bein' broke? Don't wanna voucher for your kids?
Why you ain't tryna go OT? I would've sent you there with Biggs
Would've got five jacks out of every store we sent you in
That would've made you 10K when you got back to the crib
[Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
They tellin' me that money make the world go 'round
She tellin' me her ass real, I'm like, "Turn around" (She's like, "Turn around")
I love music, my favorite song be them chopper sounds (That be them chopper sounds)
The weed strong, if it ain't loud, then we gon' turn it down
Like n***as I got mine, just me and brodie in the coupe
My n***as close, come to the hood and we can show you how to hoop
N***as ain't never shot a jumper, turn to Kobe in the booth
Yeah, we them n***as, thirty bitches in the club, the guns too
[Verse 2: The Godfather]
My n***a one-stop shop, we got everything you need
The four-five Glock'll turn you to an angel, give you wings
I'm on Strathmore pourin' up a whole pint of lean
Last n***a tried to slide got his ass sent to Jesus
Pussy, I'm married to my Glock, I can't leave it
I tweak out and leave a n***a dead for no reason
Soundin' like a marching band, the drum on the chop beatin'
Out the way, you can hit my other phone if you can't reach me
Put a fully on the Glock, switch to two-three
You take one, we take three, killing n***as made me
Told bro can't never leave the block because it raised me
Walked him down, he ain't try to run because he lazy
[Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & BandGang Biggs]
They tellin' me that money make the world go 'round
She tellin' me her ass real, I'm like, "Turn around" (She's like, "Turn around")
I love music, my favorite song be them chopper sounds (That be them chopper sounds)
The weed strong, if it ain't loud, then we gon' turn it down
Like n***as I got mine, just me and brodie in the coupe
My n***as close, come to the hood and we can show you how to hoop
N***as ain't never shot a jumper, turn to Kobe in the booth
Yeah, we them n***as, thirty bitches in the club (Come on now), the guns too
[Verse 3: BandGang Biggs]
N***as broke, that's the reason we don't see them often (We don't see these n***as)
My n***as up, you could tell by this weed I'm coughin' (Yeah)
Stop cappin', I've been in the jungle, I can't stop cappin'
N***as funny, got [?], we got 'caine, stop laughin'
I can tell you 'bout my life, but this shit somethin' like a book
Only time you see me run away is if I see the hook
I be chillin' under pressure, you won't never see me shook
Don't ask me how I ran it up, can't even tell you what it took
My name Biggs, if you ain't know, might fuck a ho and pour a four
Don't try to run up in this spot, we got big chopper at the door
If you an opp, then let me know, don't watch the door, might shoot it up (Yeah)
I be tweakin' off them drugs, I ain't gon' lie, I'm booted up (I'm high as hell)