I'm that Dominican nigga
Yo bitch be talking bout'
I'm in a different city
You can f**k her now
I got a whole collection
Of my ho collection
Y-M-C-M-B no autocorrection
I said f**k all y'all niggas  except my niggas
Security don't check my niggas
All y'all niggas gon respect my niggas
Either that or get a wack or
Get a bat to back of the neck my nigga
Yeah that shorty with y'all
With y'all cause she never met a big dog
'Til she met my niggas
Got a big dream  from a small town
Got a small circle  you'll never get around
Old hoes thinking I'mma put em on now
Room full of bad bitches  I'mma put em all down
Hoes been broke  who's rich now
I ain't never had change  why switch now
Money talks nigga  I ain't never heard shit
Til y'all heard me spit now girl me let
Gotta mojo  with a flow-flow
Gotta whole load  don't know if it's a promo
Never cuff hoes  hell no that's a no-no
Cooling in the cut with a sipping romo

No love for the po-po's
Gotta pour more for my niggas in the hell hole
Never tell though
I'mma need a little more dope for my uncle
Cause I sell flows and he sell dope
Nigga work
God Euro
What up this Mack The fortune teller
The nigga that put y'all on Miley Cyrus
Negrodamus my nigga
Predicting futures
You need some lottery numbers
Holla at me nigga I got you
Put a nigga in that hearse Long ass K no nino
Word to Martin I'm cole but just call me buck shots
Like Pam make a nigga say "Damn Gina"
Millzy  money don't mean nothing  my youngin'
Will kill you for some sneakers (blah)
This Dedication 5  no vacations slime
We in the endzone and they in bleachers
Cheerleaders  we ain't worried bout nothin  nothin
Nigga act dumb  push the buttonm  f**k em
Get'em out of here like the sixth foul in the NBA
Little nigga no discussion
Boy I'll close ya case  like judge Millz Lane
All y'all wack ass niggas stay out of Millz lane
Big guns that go over the should dog
My team strapped  no overalls
So please don't make me do it
Got soldiers and shooters
These bullets will swallow
Like shots of khalua
When we light up the weed
We fly like a rumor
Then hop on the plane
And fly over you losers
Put racks on your head now you sleep in the sewer
I'm not from this era that beef on computers
Look boy if it's war then all we coming after you
Especially if I'm smashin your sister like ( )
Shots in your challenger  shots in your passenger
Hittin your girl then I'm passing her
Jae Millz ain't worried bout nothin
Young Money ain't worried bout nothin
D5
We ain't worried bout nothin (Young Money)
Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin (Jae Millz)
Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin (not a thing)
Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin
D5