Letra de 5 Percenters - Kota the Friend

I see the money bag

So pop the register 'cause I want all of that

Yes, I want all of that and I ain't falling back

'Cause I want all of that, I want all of that

Tell 'em we back (Nigga, we back)

Back in the flesh, back in the black, yeah, Black and I'm blessed (Back in the black)

Packin' the vest, collectin' the tax, yeah, homie, you next (Give me that, give me that, give me that)

I'm pullin' your leg, you gotta relax, yeah, don't get in your head

They tryna get you for that dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill, kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Tryna put a comma, comma, comma in my will, kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Homie, I want all of that, nah-nah, I want more than that (More than, more than that)

Boy too sharp, can't fall for that, click-click, give me all of that, yeah, yeah (Blah, blah)

Too many opps, too many snakes (Too many, too many, too many)

Nothin' authentic, I reckon it's too many bots, too many fakes (Chill)

I'm feelin' bad for my son, it's too many thots, too many cakes (Boy, goddamn)

Accustomed to havin' and eatin' 'em too (Yeah, yeah)

I'm leavin' LA, but I'm keepin' the view (Yeah)

You finna hang if you speakin' the truth, fuck it

Comin' from under my rock, my shit is classic (What's good?)

Don't got the time if you was thinkin' of runnin' the clock

Yo, who callin' the shots? (Who callin' the shots?)

I guess it's who takin' the shots (Blah, blah)

Out of my shell, I'm out of my box

I'm ringin' your bell, I know you inside, yeah (Word up)

Workin' all week, but I'm 'bout to hit a lick

Nigga ridin' for the team 'til we all get rich

Nigga stayin' low-key with the five-percent tints

Nigga stayin' low-key with the five-percent tints, nigga

Ayy, what's up? I see the money bag

So pop the register 'cause I want all of that

Yes, I want all of that and I ain't falling back

'Cause I want all of that, I want all of that, yeah, yeah

Get up and water the grass, all of that energy lost, I'm callin' it back (Come back, come back)

No Taylor Port in the flask, had to let go of the mask and throw out the trash (Throw out the trash)

Don't give a fuck what it cost, nigga could never be bought, but pour in the cash (Give me the rack)

Switzerland shortin' the stash, I won't be caught in a trap, ho (Nah)

Bitch, don't stop my cash flow (Yeah), fuck around, get clapped, oh

Said I can't go back home, guess what? Bitch, I'm back home (What's good?)

I know that I'm cool as shit, do not get me mad, though (Don't get me mad)

I ain't wanna do the shit, but I'll be that asshole (Yeah)

What you said?

I got time, I got time (Yeah), point it at your head

Speak your mind, speak your mind

Nigga, shut the fuck up like it's Friday after next

I don't wanna hear the speech, I'm just pickin' up the check (Yeah)

Homie ain't fuckin' around (Nah)

Loadin' the clip, duckin' the rounds, nigga, we runnin' the show

Cuttin' the dough, rollin' the loud, see how they come and they go

We layin' low and stickin' around, we 'bout to kick in the door (Bluh)

Homie, for sure, I know you been

Workin' all week, but I'm 'bout to hit a lick

Nigga ridin' for the team 'til we all get rich

Nigga stayin' low-key with the five-percent tints

Nigga stayin' low-key with the five-percent tints, nigga

Ayy, what's up? I see the money bag

So pop the register 'cause I want all of that

Yes, I want all of that and I ain't falling back

'Cause I want all of that, I want all of that, yeah, yeah

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