Love Ruga lyrics

[Intro]
Nothing moving but the money, n*gga
I said nothing moving but my money, n*gga
Ruga's back, let me talk to these n*ggas
What's up, real n*ggas?
Chief Keef, what's up my young n*gga?
This sh*t hot
Lil Reese I was in the middle of the shot with you, n*gga
With them 35's
Oh, y'all know that's them 30 round clips, n*gga

[Verse]
These n*ggas love Ruga, streets love Ruga
Hop out with my shooter acting like they knew us
These n*ggas don't know us, their b*tches can blow us
Pay extra for them keys, yeah, the plug owe us
Hardo on my left hand, beams on my right hand
Yeah, I'm on that n*gga sh*t, put money like a white man
Bentleys and [?] we don't fly coaches
Dely get the Raid can, these n*ggas is roaches
'Fore I caught with Deepsy I was selling bricks
I ain't had no baby mamma drumming on no kids
Ask around the town n*gga, yeah, I'm a fair shoe
Baby I'm a team player, you go f*ck the clique, too
Ok, ok, enough, enough the Chief Keef flow
You a rabbit, get street dough
Why you watching them broke n*ggas?
Pay attention to me, hoe
Yeah, I'm talking that fly sh*t, penthouse to high... sh*t
If you talking 'bout one of me and my n*ggas
You die, sh*t
Off topic, you talk with, let me chill on 'em
Let the champagne chill on 'em
Make a motherf*cker another mil on 'em
Call me Mr. Miyagi, wax on, wax off, n*gga
Now you see me, now you don't, 9-11 Porsche n*gga