Fly Street Gang Young Boy Grindin Feat. Iamsu! lyrics

Feat. Iamsu!

(Hook)
I know you know about us, too much bread for us to count up
I'm a G like Warren, mount up, nigga
Everything foreign round us
Want that, buy that, hater, go try that
Ladies, gentlemen, gangsters, pimps
Ballers, bitches, hustlers, chinamen
Put yo hands up for this young nigga grindin'

(Verse)
With the Hennies in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will she fuck him, will she dis him
That's what they be yellin', I be grindin' hard
Stay gettin' that dough. I don't chase these bitches
I replace these hoes
I been stackin' that money and I been ballin' like this
And niggas keep hatin', but that won't get you to six
Man, tell Stephen Nashem that they should give me a nasel
Because them niggas is basic, but the niggas won't say shit
So you might catch me exclusive, man, my closet is stupid

Nigga, try how you want, but you can't do how I do it
I'm in that RR ride, bitch, switchin' four lanes
With a top down, screaming out Fly Street Gang

(Hook)
I know you know about us, too much bread for us to count up
I'm a G like Warren, mount up, nigga
Everything foreign round us
Want that, buy that, hater, go try that
Ladies, gentlemen, gangsters, pimps
Ballers, bitches, hustlers, chinamen
Put yo hands up for this young nigga grindin'

(Verse)
A nigga like me could only be from Richmond
I light up that tree, you would think it's Christmas
When I'm on the beat I make it sound right
Broke niggas couldn't pay me for a sound bite