Usher Raymond

[Intro: Fly-Ty] Yeah, these niggas out here ain't right, y'all They out here singin' Fly-Ty, y'all know what it is Fly-Ty, what up [Hook: Juelz Santana] 30,000 on my wrist, fuck you saying? Count the cash at the lot, no complaining Pussy niggas pointing fingers at my arrangement They out here singing in these streets like Usher Raymond Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond These niggas singing in these streets like Usher Raymond Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond These niggas singing in these streets like Usher Raymond [Verse 1: Fly-Ty] 30,000, all twenties, blew that on one watch 100 bands, all hundreds, blew that on one drop Five bricks, broke down, sold that on one block Those Taj Mahals go for ten dollars, one color on one block Play around with Fly money, a nigga must wanna die money I'ma get rich or die trying, put that on Sha Money Did fifteen, came home, ball hard like I never left In the town house, on Lenox Road, made with it, and the chef It's Fly-Ty, know the name, I get money, know the game I trip poppy, one call, he bring mo' trucks Queens nigga, ballin' hard, my gear, slow bucks Balenciagas on my feet, Fly-Ty don't walk cheap [Hook: Juelz Santana] 30,000 on my wrist, fuck you saying? Count the cash at the lot, no complaining Pussy niggas pointing fingers at my arrangement They out here singing in these streets like Usher Raymond Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond These niggas singing in these streets like Usher Raymond Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond These niggas singing in these streets like Usher Raymond [Verse 2: Cap-1] A hundred bricks gone out of room service Any bitch seen with me, she's 'bout to serve her purpose Flat foot pimpin', I don't have feelings Pulled up to the club, I don't have a ceiling 200 K large, 'bout to Instagram it With my centerfold bitch, she 'bout as thick as Janet These niggas singing songs, niggas Usher Raymond How the fuck you pull that bitch? These niggas must be payin' I don't pay that bitch shit, barely pay attention Tryna whip that new Mercedes, that's my favorite engine Shouts out to my real niggas, steak sauce sweet, A1 Only fuck with the bossest bitches, first deals when that yay come Run around with them shooters, nigga, my young niggas, they'll shake something And these niggas singing in paper work, you don't like me nigga, then say something, I'm gone [Hook: Juelz Santana] 30,000 on my wrist, fuck you saying? Count the cash at the lot, no complaining Pussy niggas pointing fingers at my arrangement They out here singing in these streets like Usher Raymond Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond These niggas singing in these streets like Usher Raymond Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond These niggas singing in these streets like Usher Raymond [Verse 3: Lil Durk] These niggas be singing, tell 'em hold up That mac barrel look like doughnut From Chiraq back to New York One nigga get smoked like Newport Head shot full of veg, that red dot Red beams on his face like red hot Got a couple young niggas with dreadlocks Rob me, bullets flying through dreadlocks Ask about me, I'm 'bout that life Change niggas and I won't think twice These niggas, they snitch, they mice Gave my nigga Young Cory life [?] No new niggas, no tellin' LV on my feet, they illin' Big Rollie on, we chillin' My youngins shoot like barren I got that D spot jammin' My youngins shoot like Kevin I got that D spot jammin' I got it by the weight, I'm never changin' And I gotta stay low, I see Usher Raymond [Hook: Juelz Santana] 30,000 on my wrist, fuck you saying? Count the cash at the lot, no complaining Pussy niggas pointing fingers at my arrangement They out here singing in these streets like Usher Raymond Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond These niggas singing in these streets like Usher Raymond Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond These niggas singing in these streets like Usher Raymond