[Intro]
Lingo

[Chorus]
I just want your biddy for neck
Gettin' money, I don't want a text
Had to keep my foot on these n***a's necks
Finessing the game, I learned from the best
Got all this money, I don't gotta stress
Is you real or fake, put you to the test
Never leave the house without my bulletproof vest
X marks the spot, put it right in his chest
Cellphone ringing in the back
Must be that n***a with a bag
These n***as goin' out sad
Really really really sad
Pop a n***a like a price tag
Dig in my hand, all up in that bag
These blue hundreds is the reason I sag
Hop in that Lam', I go super fast

[Verse]
I'm the topic, n***a you know you can't stop it
You mad 'cause you cannot stop it
Pocket filled up with that cottage cheese
Bitches beggin' please, they'll do anything for that cheese
My n***as strapped up to the T
You a hatin' ass n***a, your pockets on E
You say you want to live like me, but that gon' cost a fee
Lingo Mufasa, always keep the cheese
Chopper sounding like an 808 beat
I got an A and a B
N***as so dirty they'll cross out C
Bring your bitch over, I gave her the D
When I give her the downers it's all that she eat
These n***as get so mad
What you want n***a, I already had
These ngigas and bitches they salty
Man I'm exhausted, 'cause I'm bringin' in a bag
After I get done with her
She textin' my phone, asking do I miss her
Hundred dollar bills I go through like tissues
Got a hundred rounds so what's the issue
Hundred round, let it spray
Fuck n***a talkin' 'bout, do you wanna play?
One false move, it gon' eat up his face
Don't want a problem n***a, move out the way
Go get the tools, we gon' break in the safe
I don't speak on that much, I don't got much to say
When I come to your town your bitch go where I lay
Nawfside n***a, that's where I stay
I gotta get me a sack, these n***as ain't sippin' on Act
Tryna run off with it, two in your back
Money real long, it could stretch my back
Twenty, fifteen hundreds, hundred round drum drummin'
Young n***a always in somethin', Lingo Mufasa they bumpin'
Hundred round drum sound like King Kong dumpin'
[Chorus]
I just want your biddy for neck
Gettin' money, I don't want a text
Had to keep my foot on these n***a's necks
Finessing the game, I learned from the best
Got all this money, I don't gotta stress
Is you real or fake, put you to the test
Never leave the house without my bulletproof vest
X marks the spot, put it right in his chest
Cellphone ringing in the back
Must be that n***a with a bag
These n***as goin' out sad
Really really really sad
Pop a n***a like a price tag
Dig in my hand, all up in that bag