Don’t Say Nun

[Cadoe/Hook:]
Niggas ain't on nothing
Swear to god we be stunting
Got bands on top of bands
Take a long time count this money
Like Big Money Nellz I'm stunting
Shut up don't say nothing
I just stack them bands
Make boss moves like it's nothing
X2

[Cadoe:]
I be talking money
You don't talk that don't talk to me
And I'm in my foreign car but she gone walk for me
Put a price tag on your head my shooters a spark for free
Yo bitch can get the bone I be with some thugs
I ain't talking harmony
Like woah he in his glo
Upping all the rolls
Pull up on a opp
I'm talking 30 shots and he gonna catch a lot of holes
And Bitch I'm EBK
So I don't trust nobody
So I gotta keep a pole
Pull up on the opposition
Knock everybody down like some domino's

[Cadoe/Hook:]
Niggas ain't on nothing
Swear to god we be stunting
Got bands on top of bands
Take a long time count this money
Like big money Nellz I'm stunting
Shut up don't say nothing
I just stack them bands
Make boss moves like it's nothing
X2

[Ballout:]
Shut up don't say nothing
We gonna get to drumming
You coming my way you better know the repercussion
Yo bitch yeah she crushing
She on me she blushing
She know I'm balling yeah I be flexing and I stunting
Like Big Money Nellz bitch I got racks up in her pocket
My niggas ain't from Houston
But bitch you can get the rockets
Instead you see the police
Boy your ass better scream lock it
My niggas in the kitchen and they cooking and they tossing
My shooters they coming out cuts
And my niggas ready to get this shit rocking
I'm laughing at opps riding through blocks
In a old school chevy nodding
I’m with the gang I’m fucking with squad
But all of my niggas they mobbing
Ha ha ha ha I’m fucking your bitch and she slobbing

[Cadoe/Hook:]
Niggas ain't on nothing
Swear to god we be stunting
Got bands on top of bands
Take a long time count this money
Like big money Nellz I'm stunting
Shut up don't say nothing
I just stack them bands
Make boss moves like it's nothing
X2

[DMoney:]
Shut up don't say nothing
Nellz invented that
If these niggas keep sneak dissing
Shells to his back
We got old schools with the forgis
That’s back to back
You show money and I throw it
Lil bitch I got the sack
Like Big Money Nellz I’m stunting
I’m home run y’all just bunting
And yeah we got the big guns loud sound
Call me Dj Drama
And yes I tuck off commas
Ran thru 20 in the summer
It was Me, Cadoe, Ballout
And he A1 can fuck your momma
Long live Roc Long Live Big Money Nellz
And if you disrespect them
My boys send you to hell
Yeah we stunt
We a stunt on you
We buy expensive shit and we give it to you
Me and My brothers we getting that money
And all we do is spend it
And till the day we die all we gone do is get it
In traffic getting silly on dirt bikes doing wheelies
And I'ma go and get that sack
Till I'm sitting on a billie