Lyrics

[INTRO]
I've got a hold on your face
Grip on the loot
Years go by, I repaint my skin

[Verse 1]
Your girlfriend thinks we're dark
Bitch, we're on all fronts
I've got a hold on your game, montherfuck
I'm drinking the bottle, rudeboy
Soft balls, rudeboy
It's either you fire or you fire
Fire

[CHORUS]
Ouch, I want the money, bye
You're strong, count on your chest
Bitch, I'm counting on my nine

[Verse 2]
You under the straw
I'm from the street, I have 40 points
Khey, it's the taro so he says
Ouch, I want the money, yes
I smoked all the weed, smoked all the sky
I'm high, I see their falseness Deep in their eyes, we have to get out

[CHORUS]
Ouch, I want the money, bye
You're strong, count on your chest
Bitch, I'm counting on my nine

[BRIDGE]
I didn't live my childhood dreams
I want to feel alive
So I'm going to shove it down your throat
We make war on you, we make love to you

[Verse 3]
We give you prices, we sell you death
We become the worst children on board
You under the straw, 7.62, 30 shots for the kill
Bro, I'm in the lease, tear of blood
The weapon goes down under the kill

[CHORUS]
So I'm going to shove it down your throat
We make war on you, we make love to you
Ouch, I want the money, bye
You're strong, count on your chest
Bitch, I'm counting on my nine

[HOOK]
Fire, fire, it's a deadly game
We on the rise, but we still got the pain

[OUTRO]
So I'm going to shove it down your throat.