Print

How can you blame a nigga? I swear that money it change a nigga When I got money, it changed some niggas I bust down that Rollie‚ my chain got bigger I lost my lil' homie‚ it changed a nigga I keep a Glock 40‚ one changed my nigga But now I got money, put change on niggas They call me OG, my niggas kill you for free But I'ma still pay them niggas Free CBD‚ fuck the judge and police They tryna hang a nigga Been sippin' codeine, and I just might die in my sleep So I go to bed with the stainless, nigga How can you blame a nigga? I swear that money it change a nigga When I got money‚ it changed some niggas I bust down that Rollie, my chain got bigger I lost my lil' homie, it changed a nigga I keep a Glock 40, one changed my nigga But now I got money, put change on niggas How can you blame a nigga? When I made it to the top, only Lord knows Growing up from the SWAT made my heart cold Had to work at the pot like gumbo Had to stand on the block like Mutombo Letras de cancionesHad to jack me a box like jumbo Hit 'em quarterback blitz like Romo Hit 'em with the hit stick, make 'em fumble 1-7-18 for Woodrow 121 for Bantho R.I.P. to my nigga Slow Ruth Rest in peace to my nigga Young Deuce Love for lil' homie Ghost and Kenny Lu Now my heart gone like John Q They were paper chasin' for the revenue Tryna flip a pack just like an acrobat And get a hundred stacks and get a Hellcat Matte black with the Forgiato shoes They looked up to their big brother Said, "Maxo, I wanna be like you" Told 'em go for what you know And work your move Just chase the dough and you will get it soon Next thing I know, I see them dead on the news Bad block, head shot up, blood from his shirt to his shoes How the fuck they let it happen? How they let some niggas clap 'em They was pistol packin', they wasn't lackin' They died with their tools Countin', paper chasin', revenue You see what that money do? How can you blame 'em niggas? How can you blame a nigga? I swear that money it change a nigga When I got money, it changed some niggas I bust down that Rollie, my chain got bigger I lost my lil' homie, it changed a nigga I keep a Glock 40, one changed my nigga But now I got money, put change on niggas They call me OG, my niggas kill you for free But I'ma still pay them niggas Free CBD, fuck the judge and police They tryna hang a nigga Been sippin' codeine, and I just might die in my sleep So I go to bed with the stainless, nigga How can you blame a nigga? I swear that money it change a nigga Tried to boss up the homie and change the nigga He kept stealin' money and change from me Rather die 'fore you tell him we bang on niggas Hi, I'm your brother but you here to stain on niggas But how can you blame a nigga? Remember back in my broke days Said "if I got some change, I'll never change" 'Til I got some change, then I bought a chain Then I got deranged, money come and change Everything, it's a damn shame People treat you better when you're broke and lame Used to be my nigga 'til I got the figures Money came between us like Jigga, dang I used to hang with niggas The 11-trey-7 bang, gang with niggas My mama told me, "these niggas snake, fake, jank" And they'll turn on me Niggas will snitch, tell me they're homies Niggas will switch, change up on me Real nigga shit, just 'cause that nigga a Crip Don't mean that nigga my homie I had to work like a slave, my nigga Ten toes down, I stayed, my nigga No handouts, just gave, my nigga Niggas talkin' 'bout they made a nigga I bought me a loft, my mama a house I'm a big boss, persona my livin' How can you blame a nigga? I swear that money it change a nigga When I got money, it changed some niggas I bust down that Rollie, my chain got bigger I lost my lil' homie, it changed a nigga I keep a Glock 40, one changed my nigga But now I got money, put change on niggas They call me OG, my niggas kill you for free But I'ma still pay them niggas Free CBD, fuck the judge and police They tryna hang a nigga Been sippin' codeine, and I just might die in my sleep So I go to bed with the stainless, nigga How can you blame a nigga? I swear that money it change a nigga When I got money, it changed some niggas I bust down that Rollie, my chain got bigger I lost my lil' homie, it changed a nigga I keep a Glock 40, one changed my nigga But now I got money, put change on niggas How can you blame a nigga? From Letras Mania