Wavy Navy – Money On My Head Lyrics
Artist: Wavy Navy
Song: Money On My Head
Whole lotta sus sh#t, no scrub sh#t, n#gg#
Get money and stop hatin’, f#ckboy
(Ayo Shod Beatz)
You understand me, ayy, ayy, ayy
These n#gg#s say it’s money on my head but they ain’t got enough
Looking for these n#gg#s in these streets but they ain’t poppin’ up
I’m cuttin’ through the other side, but I ain’t leave you dead enough
I’m snappin’ on my shooter, he ain’t paint that n#gg# red enough
Walk up on that n#gg#, gun him down, you know his head’ll bust
I hear that n#gg# talking like he savage, but he scared of us
Quick to let it blow, you know my n#gg#s some shooters, ayy
We don’t do no talkin’, we ain’t with the computers
Black leaders of our days, yeah, my n#gg#s some bloods (Navy)
See these diamonds ’round my neck, yeah I got this out the mud (Wavy)
Common revolution in progress, my n#gg# Juicy a crip
Step out of bounds, I hit his line, my n#gg# Juicy’ll trip
f#ck I look like beefin’ with n#gg#s, I’m too big for y’all
The first to make it out my city, look what I did for y’all
You n#gg#s cutting on my side, what was you thinkin’, dawg?
You n#gg#s getting out of line, you need a spankin’, dawg?
Mannie Fresh, watch a n#gg# get his roll on
Baby girl, how you a freak? You got your clothes on
When I pick up my lil’ shooter all he need is a molly
When I pick up my lil’ shooter he gon’ catch him a body
These n#gg#s say it’s money on my head but they ain’t got enough
Looking for these n#gg#s in these streets but they ain’t poppin’ up
I’m cuttin’ through the other side, but I ain’t leave you dead enough
I’m snappin’ on my shooter, he ain’t paint that n#gg# red enough
Walk up on that n#gg#, gun him down, you know his head’ll bust
I hear that n#gg# talking like he savage, but he scared of us
Quick to let it blow, you know my n#gg#s some shooters, ayy
We don’t do no talkin’, we ain’t with the computers
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, go)
Already be fly before I even board a flight (Just land)
Ducked off in the trenches, they thought I was losing sight (Can’t see me)
We push when it’s necessary, don’t believe the hype (Go)
I’m a young n#gg#, don’t give a f#ck and that’s her favorite type
Now you know that ain’t my speed, why you run and make a post?
They gon’ do it, they gon’ go
Boss and drug can’t tell them blow (Shoot)
Hitters pulled a triple-double they scored three times in a row
Prefer my drugs raw like me, I hate when they play with the dope (f#ck)
Kept my distance for a reason, he a rat and I knew it (Knew it)
Tunnel vision ’bout this paper how I’m gettin’ straight to it (Gone)
Everything I do exclusive, this the latest in Louis (Drip)
Ain’t a soul f#cking with me, we can end the conclusion
Facts
These n#gg#s say it’s money on my head but they ain’t got enough
Looking for these n#gg#s in these streets but they ain’t poppin’ up
I’m cuttin’ through the other side, but I ain’t leave you dead enough
I’m snappin’ on my shooter, he ain’t paint that n#gg# red enough
Walk up on that n#gg#, gun him down, you know his head’ll bust
I hear that n#gg# talking like he savage, but he scared of us
Quick to let it blow, you know my n#gg#s some shooters, ayy
We don’t do no talkin’, we ain’t with the computers
I’d rather catch him in the car than catch him on feet, ayy
Yeah, you scoped but I’ma catch you n#gg#s four deep
The way he ran them down, you swear them boys had no heat
Them n#gg#s chicken, yeah, they sour, yeah, they so sweet
Semi looking clean, Wavy where you got your fade at?
n#gg#s wanna ride shotgun, they see me laid back
See them keys and them guns there, you can have that
Please don’t call my phone if you hesitate to grab that
n#gg#s hollerin’ gang just to flip me up on Snapchat
When I up, you gon’ run, you won’t have no time to clap back
Spin a n#gg# ’round, put two shots in his snapback
Leave a n#gg# in the store in a bag, like some Rap Snacks (Wavy)
These n#gg#s say it’s money on my head but they ain’t got enough
Looking for these n#gg#s in these streets but they ain’t poppin’ up
I’m cuttin’ through the other side, but I ain’t leave you dead enough
I’m snappin’ on my shooter, he ain’t paint that n#gg# red enough
Walk up on that n#gg#, gun him down, you know his head’ll bust
I hear that n#gg# talking like he savage, but he scared of us
Quick to let it blow, you know my n#gg#s some shooters, ayy
We don’t do no talkin’, we ain’t with the computers
(Ayo Shod Beatz)
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From the album:
Endangered [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021