Houston lyrics

[Hook x2]
If it ain't about the money n*gga, I don't wanna hear it
Way in the UK if it ain't foreign n*gga, I don't wanna wear it
Pulled up in the foreign from a block away vroom, ya can hear it
I ain't scared of no n*gga, it's only God that I'm fearing

[Verse 1]
Pull up with yo main b*tch, what you talking about
Cuz she only wanna f*ck a n*gga, cuz I'm hot now
Let em say I ain't getting money, b*tch stop now
Cuz they ain't be no snitching over here mothaf*cka don't you ever bring the cops round
All my n*ggas with the gang and you know they gon' throwed at
If you repping this club, girl you know you gotta throw that
Real n*ggas step in the building, real money will be rocking the club
Know your b*tch mad that you with you cuz you wanna come f*ck with a thug
All my n*ggas stay down, still down with it
If ya talking about the money boy, lets go get it
Got a heavy plan for it though, sh*ts real my n*gga
I'm cold hearted bout this money I don't care how you feel my n*gga


[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
Still down with the day ones
Yeah I'm still down with the day ones
All them n*ggas my n*ggas
Yeah all them n*ggas my n*ggas
All this champagne bottles in this motherf*cking club girl you know you gotta drink that
Now I know your name girl, gimme your [?] take back
Clicquot for my n*ggas
Ciroq for the hoes
I be having drinks on how high a n*gga get that sh*t for low
Don't trip my n*gga I could make a phone call if ya want that bird
And I ain't even tripping on your b*tch homeboy I don't want that bird
But a n*gga still flexing and I'm way up in Texas
Some way up in Houston
And your b*tch still texting