Money Bag

[Intro: DJ Twin] DJ Twin Chi-town youngest in charge I told y'all niggas 2016 my year Time Is Money Entertainment [Hook: Rick Ross] I rubber band my check Suzanne Summers all on my neck Chevy run like a Corvette Still war ready on deck A money bag on your head Money bag on your head, money bag on your head They comin' straight for your neck I rubber band my check Suzanne Summers all on my neck Chevy run like a Corvette Still war ready on deck A money bag on your head Money bag on your head, money bag on your head They comin' straight for your neck [Verse 1: Sean Kingston] Money bag on your head Disrespect the game, don't play I'm a real bad man, real gangsta No-no will I talk two faced Man a real bad man from here Drive and go, trap the plane Man a real bad man No, no, no, no, no, no, no way Kingston we come from Kingston we (?) Gunshot bust, shawty gunshot car badman sing it now No-no we no play I'm a real bad man no lie From-from jungle To (?) to the MIA We be ridin' out Bad bitches, she ridin' out Niggas talkin', they bitin' now Niggas talkin', they bitin' now Killa pull up then spray rounds Hundred choppers with 100 rounds Nigga that's your kid? We gon' shoot up his playground [Hook: Rick Ross] I rubber band my check Suzanne Summers all on my neck Chevy run like a Corvette Still war ready on deck A money bag on your head Money bag on your head, money bag on your head They comin' straight for your neck I rubber band my check Suzanne Summers all on my neck Chevy run like a Corvette Still war ready on deck A money bag on your head Money bag on your head, money bag on your head They comin' straight for your neck [Verse 2: Blac Youngsta] You don't want (?) me ho My young niggas killin' for the free ho I took your life like it's repo You can go ask my OG we rode I was on the block playin' cee-lo Young nigga bet 100 grand I'ma free throw Young nigga shoot your grandma through the peep hole Better not tell the police you see ho Can't be touched huh? You think you tough huh? All my necklace cut throat huh Guns in the closet Beef, won't squash it (?) beats little nigga Young nigga mobbin' 100 on the Carbon It'll knock you off your feet little nigga Go to war with anybody Pull up in the 'Rari They was actin' tough at first but now they sorry I do not hurt nobody, do not friend nobody We gon' throw a party, enemies invited We gon' have a ride, we can suicide You can run and hide, you can die now I'ma love my gun, I'ma let it ride [Hook: Rick Ross] I rubber band my check Suzanne Summers all on my neck Chevy run like a Corvette Still war ready on deck A money bag on your head Money bag on your head, money bag on your head They comin' straight for your neck I rubber band my check Suzanne Summers all on my neck Chevy run like a Corvette Still war ready on deck A money bag on your head Money bag on your head, money bag on your head They comin' straight for your neck