Jim Jones - Squad A Hittaz lyrics
rate meFt. Red Cafe
(Hook)
My niggas is up, my niggas is up
Livin' the life, livin' the life, I'm lightin' it up
We're lightin' it up, we're lightin' it up
I got a squad a hittaz, I got a squad a hittaz
I got a squad a hittaz, I got a squad a hittaz
We got all the money and the baddest bitches
I got a squad a hittaz, I got a squad a hittaz
I got a squad a hittaz, I got a squad a hittaz
I got a pound a smoke, errnight we winnin'
I got a squad a hittaz
(Verse: Jim Jones)
I got the mobbin' niggas, I got the hardest niggas
I got my Harlem niggas (15) You like SP3
Verse steps, so ya know ya can't guard me, nigga
I was shaking up the pie with a rock like the nigga in the garden, nigga
I'm like a god to niggas, I'm like Ghandi, nigga
I got the baddest bitches, they rock Lou Vuitton
And Valentino shoes and every bag is vicious
I'm talkin' Berkley bags, they only rock Channel
I mean cash business (where the money at)
So fuck the hate and get some cash with us
And buy Rollie watches (sky dwellers)
So the hoes can jock us, and the foes gon' watch us like
(Hook)
(Verse 2: Red Cafe)
I got it fo' the low, I got a Primo
Whole squad stick it to the G code
I don't do small talk, straight drug talk
Woke up with a mission, get the drugs on
I done whip fish scale in the fish tank
I'mma have my big bank take lil bank
Niggas said all money ain't good money
250 for the zone, that's good money
Street nigga push weight, no bowflex
We done seen bloody, no cotex
Ain't summer, bring the drops and the bikes out
Let's keep it 100, we the niggas right now
Fuck the law, get money, use the money to make more money
Pray for me to make more money
Cuz if I lose, I'm taking yo money
(Hook)
(Verse 3: Jim Jones)
I done payed the dues, even made the news
Stayed down and I played the rules
Hotel suits with the crazy views
And all praises do, buck 20, let the Mercedes cruise
Take one brick and make it two
Then get a real bitch that'll take ya through, like
Work! I take trips to the beach just see how the water feel
And if you talking money, between the wrist and the whip
That's at least like a quarter mill, ya see sum' funny
I got a young boy that'll hit you up just for the thrill
And that's all mine, half these niggas all faking ass on the real
(Hook)