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

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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