Jim Jones - Squad A Hittaz lyrics

rate me

Ft. 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)