*Lyrics*

I aint worried. I kno dez niggas envy me
from da day I started rappin they was downing me
But I stayed on point, i dotted my i's and crossed my T's
real niggas I hang with and my girlfriend sweet like ice-tea
lake Gang, Superior Ave dead or live they gon ride for me
like ah combine, When shit go down no lie we be in them streets
We making moves I gotta get this cheese
and before I learned my ABC's, I learned my 123's
I fell in love at 13 she did me wrong now my heart on freeze
I was a young bul at da time and no lie she really meant sumtin to me
But now I'm older and that bitch don't mean shit to me
cause I got bitches that would die just to be with me
They say i sound cocky and bitch I mite be
and I keep ah white girl like RG3
I'm always on the move like an RV
and she cant get enough ah me, im like ah iv
when I hit the scene all eyes on me like ah tv



I Aint Worried

*Lyrics*

I met shorty like a week ago by the name of  Kee/ about a hunnett sumtin pounds , 5'5 with pretty feet.
She had lil bubble butt, you know I'm tryna beat/ had a lil attitude and i can tell she from the streets...

 im like yo was really good wassup with me & you/ she had a smart ass mouth she replied "who da fuck are u"
So i spit a lil game and now she callin me boo/ she wanna chill Friday night im like "I mite slide thru"...

Now its Friday night (chilll) im knocking on her door/ my brother got my head fucked up he said she was whore..
Thinkin bout planting my seed but not no more/ but she gon star in this muhfuggin movie for sure... (but shorty was the BOMB)
 
I knock again she ain't answer I'm like "what da fuck she doing/ so I hit her phone "I'm like yo what da fuck you doing"..

She said " the doors unlock just come on in"/ i popped a Molly I sweatin im bout to break her ass in...

I walk up in the livin room she laying on the couch/ with anotha female I'm like "fuck is this about"..
So I said  to myself  "i ain't come to chill & hangout"/ episode of Ike & Tina  I'm bout to knock her ass out..

Times goes by im like I'm finna be out/ she said no I'm like yeah then she started to pout..
She drop to her knees and open her mouth/ i pull my dick out, her & her friend runnin round the house...
I makin it rain Muthafuck a drought/ 
Watch me kill the poop nanny then I'm bringing down the house...
pussy so wet squeaky like a mouse/ my stroke game A1 them hoes know what ima about..

I swear Shorty was da bomb

Them hoes know what ima bout

Shorty Was Da Bomb

*Lyrics*

I got diamonds on my Blocka, shout out to my Shottas/ you fuckin with them Rude Boys, we them Head Shottas... 
Yeaaah,  fuckin bad bitches & that's my fuckin problem/  and i got pills and i got weed, what eva you need I got em...

Yeeaaah and  I be on the same shit/ catch ah case and then i vanish that houdini shit...  
And I ain't with that tellin shit/ tattle telling ass nigga get from round me bitch...

Yeaaah this that 7-0  smoke, im in the hooka writing rhythms blowin X.O./ I started from the bottom, just to let you know, I got i got i got diamonds on my Blocka...

Blocka

*Lyrics*

We runnin shit and we fit for the position.
everythings off the top, all fire no competition...
Niggas think they runnin shit but that's ah superstition.
bitches know I get money, i fuck em once and pay they school tuition...
Sex money and drugs but im still ah Christian.
Southside nigga with this music shit I be killing. 
I be killing, I be chillin. Drug flow I be flippin.
Started from the bottom now we all here & I aint trippin.
Molly got me sweatin full ah bars and  ima get em.
just pass the micrphone, drop the beat and ima kill em.... GO !



Jamaican Jamaica

*Lyrics*

Chillin wit my niggas, I be chillin wit my niggas.
from superior to school view, we tryna get dis chedda.
 Long nights and then i Wake up I gotta get my cake up.
shorty wanna spend the night, im thinkin it's a setup. 
Cause she was fuckin with my nigga.
the same night I was messin with her sister.
And I can't even be mad.
she rode my dick like ah surf board damn the bitch was bad .
She give me head like ah blow pop,  i hope the bitch dont stop
Hit it missionary leave her jumping like some pop rocks.
And ima keep going, keep going til the beat stop.
my flow wont stop, i swear my flow wont stop.
 Like my life on rewind, like I ain't gotta dime.
ima hustle baby, I'm sellin if you buying.
sshhh wait you  hear that, they sayin it's my time.
G-shock on my wrist, I guess time is on my side.

Flu Symptoms

*Lyrics*

(HOOK)
We countin money,  we cashin out...All I know is dolla signs no lie that's all we talk about... 
M-O-N-E-Y G-A-N-G that's what I'm talkin bout...That Cheddar Cheese, That Provolone, That Guap, that's what I'm talkin bout... 
We gettin money, we cashin out...Countin money, we cashin out / all I know is dolla signs, big bills I count em out...

(Meek)
Them big bills we countin...rubberband on every thousands... 
Save the dollas for the strippers...
Shaking they ass...when we hit the swisher...
Im cashin out like im playing poker...
And its Money Gang, you niggas mediocre...
Yall keep the penny's like you wearin loafers...

(HOOK)

(JuNii0rr)
Cause I ball everyday, you know that's what I do...
I hit my nigga Meek, he got the bitches he come thru...
I got that loud, got them deals...I got them percs and I got work...
9 to 5 I'm at work, Weekends I'm in church...
man I got so much money...man that shit feel like ah curse...
I be ridin round in that oldskewl...and that bitch look like ah hearse...
For them dollas signs you get merked/ imma big dog like Turk....
You fuck around wit dem fuck arounds, you gon fuck around and get hurt...
For them dollas signs you fuck around..you be smooth up in that dirt...
Cause ion give AF man I do this shit like everyday...
Im on some GBE shit, smokin weed like everyday...
I just heard this track and I made this shit like yesterday...
My nigga Meek is on the track, this shit is history...
      
(HOOK)
We countin money,  we cashin out...All I know is dolla signs no lie that's all we talk about... 
M-O-N-E-Y G-A-N-G that's what I'm talkin bout...That Cheddar Cheese, That Provolone, That Guap, that's what I'm talkin bout... 
We gettin money, we cashin out...Countin money, we cashin out / all I know is dolla signs, big bills I count em out...


Money Gang ft. Meek (Prod. by Primhero)

*Lyrics*

(Quan) - INTRO
All my niggas...We rich as fuck...
And yo bitch..She wanna fuck...
And i put it...In her gut...
Then she say...She like it rough...
Muhfugga rich as fuck...Freak bitches wanna fuck...
Past her to my homie...(And what that nigga say) "BITCH IM RICH AS FUCK"...

(Meek)
Check me out thats what yo chick do...
My dick thats what ya chick blew...
My nigga Malc just bought the Beamer...
With the leather seats, look like coffe creamer...
With the woodgrain dash and he still countin cash...
I brought the hoes for em to smash...
While i sit back and smoke on this gas...
Im like "Who pulled up in the black truck"...
Then im like "Wait, thats my nigga Jcrap truck"...
Yeah nigga you know thats the AVI...
And follows us like. we the destanation on they navi...
And my bro Naquan got the green coupe...
Im talkin black rims, with the sunroof...
My nigga Jay bout to copp a new whip...
So you know we gon take few trips...
Around  the city and we fuckin girls thats pretty...

(JuNii0rr)
Im always on my pimpin, I ain't neva slackin...
I moonwalk in dat pussy like ima Michael Jackson...
Tell dem bitches dat be hatin, I ain't got no worries...
I just wanna eat that pussy like its hot pourage... 
Hoe,  All my niggas look Rich as fuck...
And I do what I want, ion give a fuck..
Shout out to my team, from the bottom now we here nigga yeah we number 1..
All my bitches love me, nigga even yo bitch wanna fuck wit me...
And I rather have a new bitch cause my old bitch gettin on my nerve B.
Damn, This shit is crazy then again This shit amazing...
And I got way to many hoes, i need one good lady...
Now MaryJane where you at baby...
I break you down, I twist you up and then I smoke you baby....
This shit amazing...This shit is crazy...
Back inda day you tried to play me...
All grown up and now you wanna date me..
You ain't like me then but you like me now...
Now you wanna be my queen...
Now you want that crown...
Shoulda been down wen i left town, I day in each state that's how it go down....
And I just got back from Boston, me & my Nigga CC...
We hit the mall, hoes was straring like we was on tv...
And im lookin for ah bad bitch, she give me head, she slurp me...
It's ah full moon, she give me head....hot head... that's ah bloodthirsty..





All My Niggas ft. Meek & Quan

*Lyrics*

No Stress

It feel good when you got Money in ya pocket...
Only thing is, you know them niggas gon be watching...
Livin life sucka free, with no problems...
Where the fans yellin MoneyGang, you know we poppin...

Im livin life, but she say is you livin rite...
Purple drank all in my cup, i call it dirty sprite...
Green clovers in my Dutchy, and I just needa light...
Alotta  shit be on my mind, and I just needa mic...
She ride or die for me, but forreal she aint my type...
Talkin bout she ain't neva made love until tonight...
But Its MoneyGang ova bitches, family over all...
Hottest in the game and I will never drop the ball.
She just want me for my money, hit her with the dick & roll...
I mean the pick & roll, real niggas neva fold...
They said the sky's limit, well that's what I was told... 
But I'm chillin on the moon damn its like my 2nd home...


No Stress

*Lyrics*

Eyes Chinease hoe, blame it on the weed smoke...
All I drink is codeine you can check my Styrofoam...
Big Gurls...Big Bone...
Hoes love me... Jeroooome...
Give that bitch a Molly, then I take her home...
Eyes Chinese hoe, blame it on the weed smoke...
Kush, OG Purp and I got that Sour Diesel... 
Chillin wit my niggas, im sippin ginatonic...
Fuck her once and then I quit it, then I'm gone like supersonic
No man, I am so Bionic...
Fuck bein normal, I rather be apart of science...
Now give me head but please don't bite  pop ah pill, we fuck all night.
It's been awhile, shit been gettin real and we just fuss & fight...
You say I'm  wrong, I say you wrong, 2 wrongs don't make ah right... 
Pussy Money Weed that's all i need in life...
Eyes Chinese hoe, blame it on the weed smoke...
I will take yo girl in broad day light like a repo...
My wave game crazy, ya bitch gon need some floaties...
Her pussy so good, I had to share her with my homies...
And i know Its been ah minute but i swear im bout to kill it...
And if the pussy good you know im goin rite back in it...
Handguns and hand grenades...
Big tits and lemonade...
I met this bitch at Dover High, her pussy taste like Gatorade...
Hit it from the back raw dog ima renegade...
Clinic aid, band-aid, minute maid...
Teacher aids/ the last bar I spit...I learn that shit in 2nd grade....
Words that rhyme but don't Make sense man that shit cray...
Yeah they say if it rhyme good, then it sound good...
I swear my niggas hungry and we gon eat... Now where that damn food...
Split personality , fuck yo nationality...
Since I been rappin, I been cashin checks like reality...

Apple Waffles Bitch (Thug Waffle Freestyle)

*Lyrics*

G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, Yes the Glamorous life... 
Black girl long hair, make her my wife...
Side chick half white, she be fiending for the pipe...
So I call her late night, she gettin naked on Skype...
wanna spend the night, she wanna ride my bike...
Take her back to the crib, she dont know I'm older...
I hit it from the back she bring me sandwiches and soda... 
Missionsary headshots, hit it on the sofa... 
And if ion like her ass, then i give her to my brotha...
Got that line from my nigga Meek, that nigga like my brotha...
But I'm cool young nigga, straight from DE...
Delaware small AF, so niggas know about me...
I got bitches all over, From Cali to D.C...
Ask yo girlfriend, she prolly know about me...
And If that bitch a freak, you can blame it on me... 
She was shy AF, til she met my meat...
Now every where i go, bitches all want the D...
Now everywhere I go, niggas wanna fight me...
MoneyGang come thru and run a train on ya wifey...

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