Moreland Avenue

V1:
My enemies be on my dick, they look like Rupes to me My fan, that's your girlfriend, then why she leavin' with me? We ain't dated but a week, but still she gave me a key I told your homeboy, I'll kiss your man a grandmother three I told him, count them bands up, I got a seven to your key And even though you see me MTV, Jam of the Week I got the stupid and rich game, a nigga ever the same I got the kangaroo money, bout to jump on the chain I count a hundred thousand dollars, I was just in my teens NBA money, nigga bitch is one of my rings You stay your nigga here, money, ain't no money to me

V2:
What they really want from a nigga Put it all for a nigga, get it all for the figures But money keep on coming and that money keep on speaking Like Gucci probably told you, some money leave speeches I see you living good, I see you living fancy This record for the hood, all Atlanta was a Grammy I look up to the stars, fall season and it's planning This life become too easy when you move without the hammer on I can't take the time to reply Haters talking money gets no word, that's denied Like lame niggas trying to get the baddest, that's denied Hi, and yes it's nice to meet you I'm sorry that it took so long for me just to greet you I hope that you forgive me for the days I didn't see you Maybe you forever in our hearts like we need you Maybe you forever in our hearts like we need you I need you, I believe, love