Yet another single leaked off SoundCloud from Chief Sosa. No album affiliation as of now.[Intro]

Ayy, bang

Bang bang, bang bang

Sos' baby, Glo gang baby

You know how we rockin' baby

[Chorus]

Ayy, been gettin' money since '08 summer

I been riding Hummers, that ain't nothin', that ain't nothin'

I been getting money, I been spending money, boy

That's lil' money, that ain't nothin', that ain't nothin'

Made it out the 'jects, now I'm on a jet

Still throwing up my set, DJ Khaled, we the best

With Wop on Bouldercrest

That's the way show no stress

That's your bitch, she sure gon' stress

It ain't nothing, it's a test, nigga

[Verse 1]

Pull up in that wet, throwin' up my set

Hot shit, you get wet, nigga, It ain't none of that, nigga

It ain't none of this, what you want with this?

You don't war with this, where ya boys is?

Hit that bank on that Lloyd shit, grown boy shit

Pistol knock your ass out, it be on that Floyd shit

In my lane, bunch of bullshit, I can deal with

Up my pistol, I'ma squirt it at your booty

And ya head, now you're dead, nigga, where ya bread, nigga?

And ya fam, where yo lead, nigga? Yous a dead, nigga

In my hands is some bread, nigga, I throw bread, niggas

When I land in the strip club, I'm the man, nigga

Shawty Lo, I done done, done, done all these hoes

How we roll? We gone come through and stop this show

Let me know where my fucking bread then I'm out the door

Out ya hair, in my fucking whip, they like, "Where he go?"

[Chorus]

Ayy, been gettin' money since '08 summer

I been riding Hummers, that ain't nothin', that ain't nothin'

I been getting money, I been spending money, boy

That's lil' money, that ain't nothin', that ain't nothin'

Made it out the 'jects, now I'm on a jet

Still throwing up my set, DJ Khaled, we the best

With Wop on Bouldercrest

That's the way show no stress

That's your bitch, she sure gon' stress

It ain't nothing, it's a test, nigga

[Verse 2]

Grandma house, sellin' dope, out the back, nigga

Cops coming, I run out, nigga

Here they come, knockin' at my door

I be out the door with my dope and my rolls

In Iraq, fuck lil Mexico

I be smoking Citgo and Texaco

Gas, premium, mane, you know

I let her hit it then I strech your hoe, I'm like whoa

She said she be snorting coke (She snort coke)

I told her I be ridin' in them fuckin' totes with the Glo

Pull up on a nigga, bust a move

Which one of you niggas gonna show up?

I'm ready I'm finna suit the fuck up and lace my boots

Now we finna shoot, the muthafuckin' pistols gettin' loose

[Chorus]

Ayy, been gettin' money since '08 summer

I been riding Hummers, that ain't nothin', that ain't nothin'

I been getting money, I been spending money, boy

That's lil' money, that ain't nothin', that ain't nothin'

Made it out the 'jects, now I'm on a jet

Still throwing up my set, DJ Khaled, we the best

With Wop on Bouldercrest

That's the way show no stress

That's your bitch, she sure gon' stress

It ain't nothing, it's a test, nigga