730

Eh Quan, where you at?
Bring the money counter
Don't get your motherfuckin hand hurt, money cut a nigga hand, counting too much
I'm sorry, we ain't counting no more, we with it
Rich Gang, millions and billions, nigga
You dig?

Ooh
730, 730
Ooh
730, brazy brazy
Get with me bro
We got London on da Track

These niggas ain't loyal they ridin' with royal
He play I'ma leave him on fire, boil
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma stunt the lil baby, yeah, spoiled
Fuck nigga cannot be blood, he might as well be royal, blue
Shoot up the coupe
Pull up in Audi's the carbon will smoke the fuck nigga like Snoop
Richie pass Thugga the boot, take off like a troop
Bloods are with me, bangin' twenty-one gun salute
Everything come out your mouth is a fairy, no tooth
IPhones and Blackberries when I pull up and serve you

I might get gangster pull up to the set and murk too
Nine racks inside of my pockets same size as my shoes, damn
Still got yams, y'all got grams
I fuck ma'ams, y'all fuck grams
Whoa, why so harsh?
Why so dark?

I got lotsa white, Bubba Sparxxx
Know your bang royal, high as Sequoia (whoa)
I got loaded, now I don't know you
Bitch I'm slime, king cobra (slime)
I drink sodas, no coke cola