Gusher (feat. Money Man)

Whole lot of green money, I just like blue hundreds
 She just a freak bitch, she toot up too special
 I fuck up designer stores, I got a shoe fetish
 Fuckin' and fuckin' the finest hoes, they say I'm too petty
 I swear whenever it's time to blow, my Spiders too ready
 Whatever in front of 'em, they shootin' at it
 Put the TEC on your crew, that's a group message
 And I'm smokin' on Gusher, nigga don't want no pressure
 They think we'll catch up, they mustard
 Condiments off, but they fucked up
 Still got them green hundreds, I just like blue better
 Broke nigga never seen money, you gotta do better
 Tell them hoes less shit, I don't hear 'em
 If a nigga ain't talkin' no M's
 Tried to tax, bitch, we want in
 'Til them packs make the racks come in
 Got a dick where the clip go in
 Security try to pat us, we don't even go in
 Can't get the pole in, motherfuck the show then
 'Cause it could go down, nigga never go in
 You could never know how
 We kill 'em and they goin' soft
 Then I go and take a bleach bath to wash all the gunpowder off
 Hoes fucking the gang for clout
 But they don't get nothin', we change 'em out
 When I'm bustin' a nut, I aim for mouth
 Like bitch, don't forget why you came around (Stupid ass ho)
 And the shoes that I'm rockin' look like Huarches, but these Versaces
 Fresh out the P for watching
 Pouring lean, rest in peace Speaker Knockerz
 I got a shooter in the car fetish
 Plus my money up, so I'm war ready
 Say they wanted war 'til they brought pressure
 Now they singin' and pissin' like R. Kelly (Them niggas tellin')
 I fuck up designer stores, I got a shoe fetish
 Fuckin' and fuckin' the finest hoes, they say I'm too petty
 I swear whenever it's time to blow, my Spiders too ready
 Whatever in front of 'em, they shootin' at it
 Put the TEC on your crew, that's a group message
 And I'm smokin' on Gusher, nigga don't want no pressure
 They think we'll catch up, they mustard
 Condiments off, but they fucked up
 Still got them green hundreds, I just like blue better
 Broke nigga never seen money, you gotta do better
 I fuck your bitch and then I give her back to you
 I'm the type to mail a pack to you, yeah
 Nine ninety-five for these Balencis
 Nigga, don't step on my shoes, they expensive
 And I just bought 'em this morning at Lenox
 And I just fucked a bitch in my sauna
 Got commas on commas, got blue strip hundreds
 These real deal hundreds
 These niggas backstabbing, hell nah, I can't front 'em
 Got an F&N 57, nigga be ducking
 I'ma shoot him in the face if a nigga start clutching
 I just dropped twenty bags on my country ass cousin
 Got a bitch at the crib finna give me sweet loving
 Nigga, like Big Pun, my pockets be chubby
 Got dope boy standards and these bitches to work it
 Gotta FaceTime Krit, these diamonds, these bullets
 Got fifty P's of gas from the UPS driver
 Nigga say he gon' call me every time he find 'em
 Got a brand new choker, I swear it's gon' blind 'em
 If a nigga got a hot song then I might sign 'em
 If I think the plug weak then a nigga might try 'em
 Just like a bird, them bullets be flyin'
 I be in the Porsche, 9-11, I'm flyin'
 Shoot the whole group, nigga, everybody dying
 I ain't pickin' up the line, I'm just makin' these dimes
 I fuck up designer stores, I got a shoe fetish
 Fuckin' and fuckin' the finest hoes, they say I'm too petty
 I swear whenever it's time to blow, my Spiders too ready
 Whatever in front of 'em, they shootin' at it
 Put the TEC on your crew, that's a group message
 And I'm smokin' on Gusher, nigga don't want no pressure
 They think we'll catch up, they mustard
 Condiments off, but they fucked up
 Still got them green hundreds, I just like blue better
 Broke nigga never seen money, you gotta do better