"Atlanta Nights" lyrics
(feat. Yung Marley)
Hmm
The money, the jewelry, the cars
Don't mean shit if you about you'd watch your— ayy
The money, the jewelry, the cars
Don't mean shit if you'd watch your dogs starve
I got some real niggas locked behind the wall
I put my mans on just to catch that fall
Not only that, I wanna see that nigga ball
Get a nigga block wiped out with one call
All the bad bitches wanna fuck a superstar
Ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom smokin' Shark
I always spin the block a couple times before I park
Yeah, we'd hit his block broad day before it's dark, yeah
Meet him at his house and get him blew before he walk in
Niggas know they never supposed to disrespect the boss man
I keep a 40 on me, that nigga my best friend
I won't even touch the mic without my backend
Let me catch a nigga in my city and he ain't tapped in
I just gave a fiend a half a gram for a MAC 10, woop
I don't care who them niggas is or who they run with
Fast Money Boys, turn around, my niggas run shit
Ain't no nigga never pressed me 'cause we the pressers
Paranoid, keep a ten milli on the dresser
And I got a house full of hoes like Hugh Hefner
Four-five'll flip a nigga over like a spatula
Ten different hoes every day like I'm a bachelor
The bitch walked in wearing Louis, we was matchin'
Eighty-inch flats on every wall in the pad
Christmas comin' up, my mama said she want a Jag'
My bitch sell bad, every month she get a bag
She got a BBL, I spent ten thousand for the ass
I had to get my mind together, had to get that stash right
Ridin' with a blicky on me, it come with a flashlight
Flyin' state to state tryna see who got some glass pints
FMB, SGE, bitch, we live the fast life (Ayy)
The money, the jewelry, the cars
Don't mean shit if you'd watch your dogs starve
I got some real niggas locked behind the wall
I put my mans on just to catch that fall
Not only that, I wanna see that nigga ball
Get a nigga block wiped out with one call
All the bad bitches wanna fuck a superstar
Ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom smokin' Shark
I always spin the block a couple times before I park
Yeah, we'd hit his block broad day before it's dark, yeah
Meet him at his house and get him blew before he walk in
Niggas know they never supposed to disrespect the boss man
I keep a 40 on me, that nigga my best friend
I won't even touch the mic without my backend
Let me catch a nigga in my city and he ain't tapped in
I just gave a fiend a half a gram for a MAC 10, woop
Let me catch a nigga smokin' Shark 'til he ain't come from me
Niggas know I got the biggest salt, that's why they fuck with me
I done gave you everything I had, what more do you want from me?
Too bad went to Ocean View, but nah, I don't want no company
I could stop it if I could, I'd motivate you for the hood
Rolled eight, nine grams, I can't fit it in a 'Wood
Two cell phones beatin' in the trap, always rolled
I told 'em catch every play, I give a fuck if they patrol
I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head
Get a plug or lose your life, nigga, how you wanna play it?
Screamin', "R.I.P Tuck", we want forty on my hands
Slidin' in the Lamb' truck, killers on the sprinter van
I put my nigga on his feet, he'd crutch if I need him
Tell him bust, he gon' squeeze 'em, if he hungry, I'ma feed him
I like to see my niggas shinin', Forgiatos on the Bimmer
I'm a million-dollar nigga, but surrounded by them demons (Ayy, yeah)
The money, the jewelry (Ayy), the cars
Don't mean shit if you'd watch your dogs starve (What?)
I got some real niggas locked behind the wall
I put my mans on just to catch that fall
Not only that, I wanna see that nigga ball
Get a nigga block wiped out with one call
All the bad bitches wanna fuck a superstar
Ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom smokin' Shark
I always spin the block a couple times before I park
Yeah, we'd hit his block broad day before it's dark, yeah
Meet him at his house and get him blew before he walk in
Niggas know they never supposed to disrespect the boss man
I keep a 40 on me, that nigga my best friend
I won't even touch the mic without my backend
Let me catch a nigga in my city and he ain't tapped in
I just gave a fiend a half a gram for a MAC 10, woop
The money, the jewelry, the cars
Don't mean shit if you about you'd watch your— ayy
The money, the jewelry, the cars
Don't mean shit if you'd watch your dogs starve
I got some real niggas locked behind the wall
I put my mans on just to catch that fall
Not only that, I wanna see that nigga ball
Get a nigga block wiped out with one call
All the bad bitches wanna fuck a superstar
Ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom smokin' Shark
I always spin the block a couple times before I park
Yeah, we'd hit his block broad day before it's dark, yeah
Meet him at his house and get him blew before he walk in
Niggas know they never supposed to disrespect the boss man
I keep a 40 on me, that nigga my best friend
I won't even touch the mic without my backend
Let me catch a nigga in my city and he ain't tapped in
I just gave a fiend a half a gram for a MAC 10, woop
I don't care who them niggas is or who they run with
Fast Money Boys, turn around, my niggas run shit
Ain't no nigga never pressed me 'cause we the pressers
Paranoid, keep a ten milli on the dresser
And I got a house full of hoes like Hugh Hefner
Four-five'll flip a nigga over like a spatula
Ten different hoes every day like I'm a bachelor
The bitch walked in wearing Louis, we was matchin'
Eighty-inch flats on every wall in the pad
Christmas comin' up, my mama said she want a Jag'
My bitch sell bad, every month she get a bag
She got a BBL, I spent ten thousand for the ass
I had to get my mind together, had to get that stash right
Ridin' with a blicky on me, it come with a flashlight
Flyin' state to state tryna see who got some glass pints
FMB, SGE, bitch, we live the fast life (Ayy)
The money, the jewelry, the cars
Don't mean shit if you'd watch your dogs starve
I got some real niggas locked behind the wall
I put my mans on just to catch that fall
Not only that, I wanna see that nigga ball
Get a nigga block wiped out with one call
All the bad bitches wanna fuck a superstar
Ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom smokin' Shark
I always spin the block a couple times before I park
Yeah, we'd hit his block broad day before it's dark, yeah
Meet him at his house and get him blew before he walk in
Niggas know they never supposed to disrespect the boss man
I keep a 40 on me, that nigga my best friend
I won't even touch the mic without my backend
Let me catch a nigga in my city and he ain't tapped in
I just gave a fiend a half a gram for a MAC 10, woop
Let me catch a nigga smokin' Shark 'til he ain't come from me
Niggas know I got the biggest salt, that's why they fuck with me
I done gave you everything I had, what more do you want from me?
Too bad went to Ocean View, but nah, I don't want no company
I could stop it if I could, I'd motivate you for the hood
Rolled eight, nine grams, I can't fit it in a 'Wood
Two cell phones beatin' in the trap, always rolled
I told 'em catch every play, I give a fuck if they patrol
I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head
Get a plug or lose your life, nigga, how you wanna play it?
Screamin', "R.I.P Tuck", we want forty on my hands
Slidin' in the Lamb' truck, killers on the sprinter van
I put my nigga on his feet, he'd crutch if I need him
Tell him bust, he gon' squeeze 'em, if he hungry, I'ma feed him
I like to see my niggas shinin', Forgiatos on the Bimmer
I'm a million-dollar nigga, but surrounded by them demons (Ayy, yeah)
The money, the jewelry (Ayy), the cars
Don't mean shit if you'd watch your dogs starve (What?)
I got some real niggas locked behind the wall
I put my mans on just to catch that fall
Not only that, I wanna see that nigga ball
Get a nigga block wiped out with one call
All the bad bitches wanna fuck a superstar
Ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom smokin' Shark
I always spin the block a couple times before I park
Yeah, we'd hit his block broad day before it's dark, yeah
Meet him at his house and get him blew before he walk in
Niggas know they never supposed to disrespect the boss man
I keep a 40 on me, that nigga my best friend
I won't even touch the mic without my backend
Let me catch a nigga in my city and he ain't tapped in
I just gave a fiend a half a gram for a MAC 10, woop
