[Hook:Future]
Choppers on deck, yeah the choppers on deck
More money, more problems, more sex
More bitches more cash, more bitches more cash, that's all these young niggas gone get (turn up!)
And we don't love these hoes, we don't love these hoes, we don't love these hoes (yeah yeah)
We get fly everyday, get high everyday, that's the way the game goes
That's the way the game goes, that's the way the game goes
That's the way the game goes, that's the way the game goes, that's the way the game goes
That's the way the game goes, that's the way the game goes, that's the way the game goes
We don't love these hoes, we don't love these hoes, we don't love these hoes, these hoes
That's the way the game goes.
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
I'm black and proud, with a big 4.5 and a pack of loud
I stay gased up, my kick-door niggas stay masked up
Had the drop head back but I hopped in bad had to pull a Mike Tyson off and crashed up
Look too good and you come through the hood then a stupid motherfucker get his ass stopped
Give me ten birds I'll wrap the town, nigga push up in the back and get 'em
Graduated class cause all I need is math in the school of hard knocks, no cap & gown
Riding around with Scooter, with my top down let them see the hooters
Road killers you can get the shooters, eating dinner dinner Peter Lugers
Riding dirty on Pete street, come by yourself when you meet me
Make one call to my nigga young street you gone have them young killers with the street heat
With the street heat, you gone have them young killers with the street heat
Either that nigga or you see a black nigga riding by in Lamborghinis going beep beep.
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
Gotta sell this dope, Gotta off these bails, can't trust these niggas (naw)
You trap with us I guarantee you'd see life different
Them bricks you got ain't nothing to me nigga I done did it
The hector stories the road runner trips I really live it
My Cuban bitch she blessed me daddy got them chickens (Isabella), that's why I fuck with Jimmy he a real street nigga
I up my show money went and bought some pistols, jugg house full of white like everyday was Christmas
Gotta count this money gotta check these plugs gotta wrap these chickens, if it ain't bout no money nigga I ain't with it
I count on these beats and I know you feel it (Count Up!), black amigo young scooter real boss nigga.
[Hook: Future]
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