[Intro: DJ Paul]
Man, these n***as funny bruh... (yezzir)
N***as can't hold a n***a down out here man! (no way!)
I know how to get that money too many ways man!
365 ways, 365 goddamn days! (yezzir)
For real! (yezzir)
We out here gettin' it man!
Scale-A-Ton E-N-T! Da Mafia 6ix!
Real n***as doin' real shit!
Glock toters! Chopper unloaders!
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
50 bands in a duffle bag, n***a that's a bundle
I blast on a n***a ass like we in the jungle
N***as talk that shit but they still ain't doin' numbers
They ass better be glad that a n***a on a come up
50 bands in a duffle bag, n***a that's a bundle
I blast on a n***a ass like we in the jungle
N***as talk that shit but they still ain't doin' numbers
They ass better be glad that a n***a on a come up
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Why you n***as wanna hate on a lil ol' civil like me?
You gettin' money, I'm gettin' money while we frienemies
Probably cause them groupie ass n***as be wearin' yo ear out
But everyone of them n***as can see how I clear my clips out
I ain't 'bout that mouth, unless it's 'bout a bitch
Cause the Glock 19 round full of metal clips
Alot of these rappers are weird, alot of these rappers are phony
Alot of these rappers be rappin' 'bout n***as that homies
They can be [?], fuck 'em!
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Spread the rumor n***as but you never fuckin' with Lord Soze
Spittin' verses with these curses then I get my way
I ain't takin' no more losses n***a, get my way
Sweet and sugar-coated but you just Frosted Flakes
Tell yo bitch to go home, I skeeted in her face
I get high until I'm comatose, I dope all day
Buyin' drugs by the case, I buy bricks by weight
Scarecrow, Rowdy Bounty Hunter, Mafia 6ix
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
50 bands in a duffle bag, n***a that's a bundle
I blast on a n***a ass like we in the jungle
N***as talk that shit but they still ain't doin' numbers
They ass better be glad that a n***a on a come up
50 bands in a duffle bag, n***a that's a bundle
I blast on a n***a ass like we in the jungle
N***as talk that shit but they still ain't doin' numbers
They ass better be glad that a n***a on a come up
[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
I'ma rob me some n***a then I'm right back to that money
I'm hittin' me a cup then I'm right back to that money
I'm catchin' n***a hoes then I'm right back to that money
Just like big brother Bill, I be right back to that money
I ain't playin' no game, I'm chasin' my money
I'm catchin' a witness, then bag it up honey
Ain't no fives, ain't no tens, ain't no twenties in my stacks
Ain't nothin' but them hunnids and that's that on that
[Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca]
I got charged for some bullshit that I didn't do
Needed two hunnid thou bond and fucked up you
Koopsta Knicca locked up and let it go for yo head
Even told my main bitch everything I said
And yo boy we just busted, he thought it was funny
Hooked up with Da Mafia 6ix and got right back on that money
Now all of a sudden they come around me for
Ain't yo big homie OG oldschool brother
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
50 bands in a duffle bag, n***a that's a bundle
I blast on a n***a ass like we in the jungle
N***as talk that shit but they still ain't doin' numbers
They ass better be glad that a n***a on a come up
50 bands in a duffle bag, n***a that's a bundle
I blast on a n***a ass like we in the jungle
N***as talk that shit but they still ain't doin' numbers
They ass better be glad that a n***a on a come up
