[00:00.000] 作曲 : Durk Banks/Braylen Rembert/Jeremiah Thrasher/William Ramos
[00:00.135][Intro]
[00:02.010]Talkin' 'bout this money
[00:02.273](Aye Peewee killed the keys, huh?)
[00:04.420]I be talkin' 'bout this money
[00:08.945](J Thrash on the track)
[00:09.194]I be talkin' 'bout that money
[00:10.787]I be talkin' 'bout that money
[00:11.621]A-Ayo Bleu
[00:12.143]
[00:12.413][Chorus]
[00:12.413]I pop two Addies and a half
[00:14.573]If you cheat, go take a bath
[00:15.904]My love don't make me laugh, I wanna cry to you
[00:19.363]I put everything in my craft
[00:20.702]I did everything to my last
[00:22.048]I lost everything, make me laugh
[00:23.640]I wanna die with you
[00:25.492]Since Ramadan made me fast
[00:26.581]I lost weight, I dropped a size
[00:28.162]Just look me in my eyes, I don't wanna fight with you
[00:31.380]And I ain't never lie, see, the trenchеs never last
[00:34.319]And I'm goin' off my past, keep your pipe with you
[00:36.983]
[00:37.250]
[00:37.513][Post-Chorus]
[00:38.321]I lost rеal niggas to the violence
[00:39.913]Hearin' sirens, then sirens, then sirens, then sirens
[00:42.874]You lost a loved one to violence
[00:45.784]To violence, to violence, and violence, and violence
[00:49.274]
[00:49.529][Verse]
[00:49.791]My brother shot dead to violence
[00:50.860]I truly think the feds around us
[00:52.471]Y'all tell me, "Slide," then turn around, then have the nerve to clown us
[00:55.415]You ain't worried 'bout lawyers, you'd rather talk 'bout Tory and Meg Thee Stallion
[00:58.619]Like **** them blogs, not **** your dawg, you niggas turned to cowards
[01:01.553]Public defend at his murder trial, he think he copping life, uh
[01:04.738]He copping life while you copping ice, uh
[01:07.962]He copping pleads, while he beggin' "please," uh
[01:11.437]You niggas ain't right, but y'all claim fifty twice
[01:14.098]Not a hundred, for that shit y'all did, gon' be one bloody summer
[01:16.776]Why say somethin'? Why you tryin' to get involved when you don't even play with bumpers?
[01:19.963]Too much money, I ain't throwin' shade, but we don't even play with numbers
[01:23.424]You ain't do that shit in his face, that mean you ain't take it from him
[01:26.357]Got that last check my label, took out my whole block
[01:29.806]We lost bro, that shit got slow, still off of O-Block
[01:32.451]If you ain't on what we on, I don't want no parts
[01:35.645]Since Pluto like the drink, just bring me four shots
[01:38.291]
[01:38.572][Chorus]
[01:38.836]I pop two Addies and a half
[01:40.720]If you cheat, go take a bath
[01:42.063]My love don't make me laugh, I wanna cry to you
[01:45.269]I put everything in my craft
[01:46.870]I did everything to my last
[01:48.472]I lost everything, make me laugh
[01:49.797]I wanna die with you
[01:51.698]Since Ramadan made me fast
[01:52.760]I lost weight, I dropped a size
[01:54.380]Just look me in my eyes, I don't wanna fight with you
[01:57.598]And I ain't never lie, see, the trenches never last
[02:00.511]And I'm goin' off my past, keep your pipe with you
[02:03.168]
[02:03.435]
[02:03.716][Post-Chorus]
[02:04.509]I lost real niggas to the violence
[02:05.855]Hearin' sirens, then sirens, then sirens, then sirens
[02:10.371]You lost a loved one to violence
[02:12.225]To violence, to violence, and violence, and violence

作曲 : Durk Banks/Braylen Rembert/Jeremiah Thrasher/William Ramos
Talkin' 'bout this money
(Aye Peewee killed the keys, huh?)
I be talkin' 'bout this money
(J Thrash on the track)
I be talkin' 'bout that money
I be talkin' 'bout that money
A-Ayo Bleu

I pop two Addies and a half
If you cheat, go take a bath
My love don't make me laugh, I wanna cry to you
I put everything in my craft
I did everything to my last
I lost everything, make me laugh
I wanna die with you
Since Ramadan made me fast
I lost weight, I dropped a size
Just look me in my eyes, I don't wanna fight with you
And I ain't never lie, see, the trenchеs never last
And I'm goin' off my past, keep your pipe with you

I lost rеal niggas to the violence
Hearin' sirens, then sirens, then sirens, then sirens
You lost a loved one to violence
To violence, to violence, and violence, and violence

My brother shot dead to violence
I truly think the feds around us
Y'all tell me, "Slide," then turn around, then have the nerve to clown us
You ain't worried 'bout lawyers, you'd rather talk 'bout Tory and Meg Thee Stallion
Like **** them blogs, not **** your dawg, you niggas turned to cowards
Public defend at his murder trial, he think he copping life, uh
He copping life while you copping ice, uh
He copping pleads, while he beggin' "please," uh
You niggas ain't right, but y'all claim fifty twice
Not a hundred, for that shit y'all did, gon' be one bloody summer
Why say somethin'? Why you tryin' to get involved when you don't even play with bumpers?
Too much money, I ain't throwin' shade, but we don't even play with numbers
You ain't do that shit in his face, that mean you ain't take it from him
Got that last check my label, took out my whole block
We lost bro, that shit got slow, still off of O-Block
If you ain't on what we on, I don't want no parts
Since Pluto like the drink, just bring me four shots

I pop two Addies and a half
If you cheat, go take a bath
My love don't make me laugh, I wanna cry to you
I put everything in my craft
I did everything to my last
I lost everything, make me laugh
I wanna die with you
Since Ramadan made me fast
I lost weight, I dropped a size
Just look me in my eyes, I don't wanna fight with you
And I ain't never lie, see, the trenches never last
And I'm goin' off my past, keep your pipe with you

I lost real niggas to the violence
Hearin' sirens, then sirens, then sirens, then sirens
You lost a loved one to violence
To violence, to violence, and violence, and violence