Yall Ain't Getting No Money - Soulja Boy

Uh, real street nigga, I’m a dope runner\nUh\nYeah\nYeah, we gon' spin the block every summer night\nOn the phone with the plug gettin' the numbers right\nThis AR-15 came from Pakistan\nMy young niggas, they gon' shoot like Afghanistan\nYeah, yeah, yeah, that’s the whole city, uh\nTrap serve hundred, that’s a whole fifty\nI call them young niggas up, I know they gon' slide\nTwo-fifty for just two, nigga, that’s a whole five\nUh, Bentley GT with the new Pirelli tires\nEatin' curly fries and steak, it’s just me and my guys\nI poured that Wockhardt at the VIP, they lookin' at me like, «Why?»\nHad to get away from snake niggas, they was pie\nI was smokin' Cookie zaza like How High\nOpp nigga duck, this a drive-by\nKnock an opp down, we like high-five\nWhip a chicken up just like Popeyes\nPop a Perc-30, now this nigga got the big eyes\nBust it out the wrapper in the back and came six-five\nBlitzin' with that Draco, gotta get mines\nDiors, get 'em spit shined\nMmm, mmm, mmm, y’all niggas ain’t gettin' no money\nHuh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\nY’all niggas ain’t gettin' no money\nIn the trap with them 'bows, this Draco hold a whole hundred\nGet that load gone, young nigga, act like you know somethin'\nCall every plug in the world, I don’t owe nothin'\nNigga, I don’t want nothin' fronted\nSixteen with a whole M\nBroke the rim, jumpin' out the gym, young nigga goin' in\nHit your homie up, you diss, nigga, we gon' spin again\nWalk inside the mall, watch me ball, drop a light ten\nThe brick came lightskinned\nPurple zaza pack look like Vikings\nRose golds pointer on my Rollie look like lightning\nMan, my watches, they be beefin', they be lookin' like they fightin'\nNigga, we can hit like the Tennessee Titans\nNiggas, they know\nNiggas, niggas, they know I might spin\nNigga, we blitzin' off the top, nigga, I’m goin' in\nAnd every time I see an opp, I gotta get at him\nFirst day out the LA County Jail, I was tryna hit at him