Usher Raymond lyrics

[Intro: Fly-Ty]
Yeah, these n*ggas out here ain't right, y'all
They out here singin'
Fly-Ty, y'all know what it is
Fly-Ty, what up

[Hook: Juelz Santana]
30,000 on my wrist, f*ck you saying?
Count the cash at the lot, no complaining
pus*y n*ggas pointing fingers at my arrangement
They out here singing in these streets like Usher Raymond
Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond
These n*ggas singing in these streets like Usher Raymond
Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond
These n*ggas singing in these streets like Usher Raymond

[Verse 1: Fly-Ty]
30,000, all twenties, blew that on one watch
100 bands, all hundreds, blew that on one drop
Five bricks, broke down, sold that on one block
Those Taj Mahals go for ten dollars, one color on one block
Play around with Fly money, a n*gga must wanna die money
I'ma get rich or die trying, put that on Sha Money
Did fifteen, came home, ball hard like I never left
In the town house, on Lenox Road, made with it, and the chef
It's Fly-Ty, know the name, I get money, know the game
I trip poppy, one call, he bring mo' trucks
Queens n*gga, ballin' hard, my gear, slow bucks
Balenciagas on my feet, Fly-Ty don't walk cheap
[Hook: Juelz Santana]
30,000 on my wrist, f*ck you saying?
Count the cash at the lot, no complaining
pus*y n*ggas pointing fingers at my arrangement
They out here singing in these streets like Usher Raymond
Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond
These n*ggas singing in these streets like Usher Raymond
Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond
These n*ggas singing in these streets like Usher Raymond

[Verse 2: Cap-1]
A hundred bricks gone out of room service
Any b*tch seen with me, she's 'bout to serve her purpose
Flat foot pimpin', I don't have feelings
Pulled up to the club, I don't have a ceiling
200 K large, 'bout to Instagram it
With my centerfold b*tch, she 'bout as thick as Janet
These n*ggas singing songs, n*ggas Usher Raymond
How the f*ck you pull that b*tch? These n*ggas must be payin'
I don't pay that b*tch sh*t, barely pay attention
Tryna whip that new Mercedes, that's my favorite engine
Shouts out to my real n*ggas, steak sauce sweet, A1
Only f*ck with the bossest b*tches, first deals when that yay come
Run around with them shooters, n*gga, my young n*ggas, they'll shake something
And these n*ggas singing in paper work, you don't like me n*gga, then say something, I'm gone
[Hook: Juelz Santana]
30,000 on my wrist, f*ck you saying?
Count the cash at the lot, no complaining
pus*y n*ggas pointing fingers at my arrangement
They out here singing in these streets like Usher Raymond
Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond
These n*ggas singing in these streets like Usher Raymond
Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond
These n*ggas singing in these streets like Usher Raymond

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
These n*ggas be singing, tell 'em hold up
That mac barrel look like doughnut
From Chiraq back to New York
One n*gga get smoked like Newport
Head shot full of veg, that red dot
Red beams on his face like red hot
Got a couple young n*ggas with dreadlocks
Rob me, bullets flying through dreadlocks
Ask about me, I'm 'bout that life
Change n*ggas and I won't think twice
These n*ggas, they snitch, they mice
Gave my n*gga Young Cory life
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No new n*ggas, no tellin'
LV on my feet, they illin'
Big Rollie on, we chillin'
My youngins shoot like barren
I got that D spot jammin'
My youngins shoot like Kevin
I got that D spot jammin'
I got it by the weight, I'm never changin'
And I gotta stay low, I see Usher Raymond
[Hook: Juelz Santana]
30,000 on my wrist, f*ck you saying?
Count the cash at the lot, no complaining
pus*y n*ggas pointing fingers at my arrangement
They out here singing in these streets like Usher Raymond
Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond
These n*ggas singing in these streets like Usher Raymond
Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond
These n*ggas singing in these streets like Usher Raymond