Mafia lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Young Jefe, holmes
b*tch, this is the mafia

[Chorus]
I don't play no games, I let that scope aim
Cartier frames, smokin' propane
b*tch, I'm ballin', ballin', just like King James
Yeah, your b*tch keep on callin' (Yeah, yeah), I let the phone ring
b*tch get on my nerves, but damn, I like it when she twerk
I know she really want me (Yeah), but I don't like to hurt
Keep that 40 on me 'cause n*ggas like to lurk
b*tch, this is the mafia, you know we got that work (Mafia, oh)

[Verse 1]
I'm in L.A. with a quarter mil' on me (Yeah)
My n*ggas from fake money, they can't wait to kill somethin'
It's been some time since I've been stuntin' on you dummies
b*tch, quit all that lyin', know how a real n*gga comin'
Gucci flip flops, I'm posted in the jungle
Draco make you hopscotch, boy, don't act funny
I play with big blocks, this ain't rap money (This ain't rap money)
The Rollie, it ain't tick-tock, that's word to my mommy (Word to my mommy)
They killed my brother, that sh*t turned me to a demon (Dirty, dirty)
I put that choppa to my gut and I don't see sh*t
You ever seen some brains splatter, you can't believe that sh*t
Your own right hand man ratted, you can't believe that sh*t
I bought a mansion, now my mans feel like I'm leavin' them (Goddamn)
We all came from the same ship, but I had leadership (Goddamn, goddamn)
If he ain't tryna row the boat then he gon' sink the ship (Uh huh)
Whole hundred come off the boat, I really seen that sh*t
[Chorus]
I don't play no games, I let that scope aim
Cartier frames, smokin' propane
b*tch, I'm ballin', ballin', just like King James
Yeah, your b*tch keep on callin' (Yeah, yeah), I let the phone ring
b*tch get on my nerves, but damn, I like it when she twerk (Goddamn)
I know she really want me (Yeah), but I don't like to hurt (Goddamn, goddamn)
Keep that 40 on me 'cause n*ggas like to lurk
b*tch, this is the mafia, you know we got that work (Mafia, oh)

[Verse 2]
I've been gettin' all this paper doin' stupid sh*t (Goddamn)
All up in Louis with my b*tch, we goin' ludicrous (Goddamn, goddamn)
Yeah, I've done done a lot of sh*t that I won't do again (Won't do it)
They thought I would grow up to be a f*ckin' hooligan (Oh, oh)
Stackin' it, flip it (Stackin' it, stackin' it)
Run up them digits (Run up them digits)
Them n*ggas rap about it, we really live it (No cap)
I was really poor, ain't know I was gon' get it (Really poor)
Now we at the Clear Port, me and my hitters
Truckload, woah, woah, money don't fold (Oh, oh)
All this rose gold froze, your b*tch chose (Wrist on froze)
Kick that door, n*ggas told, I stay low (Oh, oh)
I f*ck your ho, tip-toe, I gotta go (Young Jefe, holmes)

[Chorus]
I don't play no games, I let that scope aim
Cartier frames, smokin' propane
b*tch, I'm ballin', ballin' (Swish), just like King James (Swish)
Yeah, your b*tch keep on callin', I let the phone ring
b*tch get on my nerves, but damn, I like it when she twerk
I know she really want me, but I don't like to hurt
Keep that 40 on me 'cause n*ggas like to lurk
b*tch, this is the mafia, you know we got that work (Mafia, GG)