Just me my fancy car
Picked up my fancy clothes
And we only in the hot spot
No we got the bomb
We got the bomb
This is Byrd gang money
This is Byrd gang money
This is Byrd gang money
Only niggas spending that Byrd gang money
Just me my fancy car
Picked up my fancy clothes
And we only in the hot spot
No we got the bomb
We got the bomb
This is Byrd gang money
This is Byrd gang money
This is Byrd gang money
Only niggas spending that Byrd gang money
Reminiscing on my first slant
By the time I was sipping on my first Schlitz
Hit the game I started as a look out
See the fly cars that the big wheelies pushed out
Dirt bikes popping wheelies by the cookout
That was that summer
I was thirst to be plumper
It pays better but the risk was worst
Save the fly leather copping kicks with the work
It didn't work;
I was f**ken up the re-up
Bottles at the tunnel that was 98
I called papa for the bundles
An easy ten grand it felt like a hundred
These Gucci belts by the stomach
With guns in them
It's only wealth that we want
If we run wit em
Till the death until the feds come and get em
Byrd gang money it started off that Byrd Kane Money
New cars in that third lane money
Just me my fancy car
Picked up my fancy clothes
And we only in the hot spot
No we got the bomb
We got the bomb
This is Byrd gang money
This is Byrd gang money
This is Byrd gang money
Only real niggas spending that Byrd gang money
Getting money is the hardest
Your first hundred grand is a job
Your first cool million you're an artist
Especially if the niggas up the block sell garbage
Told it crumbles all apart when you hold it
Wasn't naturally born a crook I was molded
Drugs kept my uncles in the green
So I sold it
Even learned to smell a good grade
Through the packing
Headed Midwest and got financial backing
Started networking with the wheelies on credit
Any concepts of being robbed I was debited
Anybody get it don't come a day later
With the 8 money
Got to play it out cause I said it
Courts an acquittal
Coming in the club with an entourage
Me I'm the boss in the middle
The brain and the bran roc-a-house rope around the neck
A lot of letters for the chain
Just me my fancy car
Picked up my fancy clothes
And we only in the hot spot
No we got the bomb
We got the bomb
This is Byrd gang money
This is Byrd gang money
This is Byrd gang money
Only niggas spending that Byrd gang money
At a young age no bricks just grams
n***a stuck then your man's a flip
The situation real then your man's a hit
You slow on the get-a-way the can you get
You circle the block you play track and field
A lot of real niggas on that track got killed
But you know me forever manning up
Never sit down when I pee forever standing up
I'm a boss so I'm calling the shots
Big homie pioneer of the block
You wanna pump
n***a I'll tell you when and where at
Don't face-fight;
I'm not the one to stare at
Matter of fact dog you and your man sits
In the back off cop car dog
Pointing your index
I guess you could cause you a Sammy the Bull
But somebody gonna die if a hammer get pulled
Just me my fancy car
Picked up my fancy clothes
And we only in the hot spot
No we got the bomb
We got the bomb
This is Byrd gang money
This is Byrd gang money
This is Byrd gang money
Only niggas spending that Byrd gang money
Just me my fancy car
Picked up my fancy clothes
And we only in the hot spot
No we got the bomb
We got the bomb
This is Byrd gang money
This is Byrd gang money
This is Byrd gang money
Only niggas spending that Byrd gang money
