I ride front seat
Attitude grip that heat
Never had food to eat
Now a days game complete
2 guys in the back
One wid a shotgun
You don’t wanna gret
Have you dance on your toes
Or get left

Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh

Ya they call me tmoney rapping hot as cold
I was raised from the streets
That’s what I was told
Sleep in my clothes ima beast
Quicker to serve when i wake up
Deliver that bread like a priest

I ride front seat
Attitude grip that heat
Never had food to eat
Now a days game complete
2 guys in the back
One wid a shotgun
You don’t wanna gret
Have you dance on your toes
Or get left

Ice on my wrist like chilly Willy running up those Millie’s Ay 
like a quarterback throwing dots 
Where the thots 
at the spot thot 
hot like the Glock spin the block run it back 
brand new Benz with my friends see me through a perfect lens it depends 
like a rhyme got a perfect dime 
she ain’t on my time 
on my grind hard to find yet 
I’m on your mind even signed hit it from behind still inclined so refined 

I ride front seat
Attitude grip that heat
Never had food to eat
Now a days game complete
2 guys in the back
One wid a shotgun
You don’t wanna gret
Have you dance on your toes
Or get left

I ride front seat
Attitude grip that heat
Never had food to eat
Now a days game complete
2 guys in the back
One wid a shotgun
You don’t wanna gret
Have you dance on your toes
Or get left

Tmoney & lil libby

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