Jack Boys ft. Nice & Leek Money Lyrics

I'm emotionless you niggas out here motionless

(My nigga Lee we got another one)

Niggas out here motionless

I'm emotionless you niggas out here

I'm emotionless you niggas out here

I'm emotionless you niggas out here motionless

Jack boys plotting so be careful when you posting us

Can't imagine being with no bitch who don't suck dick

I sell blues and minus the fent don't need my fiends sick

I need 'em copping from me not dead

Next year summer twenty three drop head

Just let em know I rap if you talking to the Feds

She know I'm chasing stacks when I'm hopping out the bed

If we talking grams or the scams I done did em both

If I get a Wock point sell a twelve keep a four

If we talking about the streets it ain't shit I ain't seen before

I was in my early teens started dealing blow

Blessed not lucky, I got this shit from hustling

Louis plaid shirt, it's two hundred every button

She blow me when I call I don't take her out in public

If you see me in a rental just know I'm up to something

Made a habit outta turning one to four

I guess I'm selling blow if this rap shit don't blow

She seen me scoop a fifty that's the day yo bitch chose

Niggas catch a case go to court and hit notes

There and back ain't no point in being home

Niggas know I'm living shit I'm putting in these songs

Just looked in my closet it's a hundred worth of clothes

These niggas looking bad need to give they ass a loan

These niggas run over tell em go and get a job

Just know I'm scooping twenty every time I come outside

She know I'm out here serving all she wanna do is ride

Imma beat her to the ground make her yell free the guys

Money lacking ass niggas gone get off a nigga dick

Only playing wit a nickel but be capping like he rich

Keep a bad bitch counting while I'm packaging these zips

Making all this dirty money I just wanna go legit

Run off wit some work I bet his mama pay for it

Send a hundred in his crib man somebody pray for him

If it's money on the flo I'm leaving the state for it

Hot as hell on seventy five I'm dodging the state boys

She want my heart all day wait for it

Pray for his appeal when he see the state board

Sneakers Lanvin I don't skateboard

Used to have money problems we ain't having em no more

Make at least twenty when I cross state lines

Ten percent of five racks opps can't even make bond

When I'm chilling on my patio I'm staring at a pond

Bad bitch on my hip every time I come outside

I was in my early twenty's running thru thirty P's

Get em gone the same day tell em bring some more of these

Big Prezi on my wrist cost a nigga fifty G's

Switching lanes on the Lodge getting head in a sleeve

Can you turn this up?