Tag: Money Gang


Sfera Ebbasta – Gangang Lyrics (feat. Lil Mosey)


[Testo di "Gangang" ft. Lil Mosey]

[Intro: Sfera Ebbasta]
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Money Gang, Money Gang

[Strofa 1: Sfera Ebbasta]
Sai che vengo da là
Piccolo quartiere poco fuori città
Fumavo le canne nel parchetto coi fra'
Qua ci si fa grande e lo sai già come va
C'è chi se ne va e chi resta là
Volevamo fare i soldi come i DJ
Farci quelle tipe che vedi su Playboy
Invece il mio amico sta impazzendo con lei
Non esce più con noi
Soldi e tipe vanno e vengono, la gang è questa (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Me la tatuo anche in testa
Ti ho rivista e, giuro, mi sembravi diversa (Eh, еh, eh, eh)
Ma sei sеmpre la stessa

[Pre-Ritornello: Lil Mosey]
And we screaming, "Gang, gang" (Gang, gang)
Don't try to step too close to me (To me)
My niggas finna bang, bang (Oh, uh)
Everybody love me, yeah, I know (I know)
We are not the same thing (No)
They be always watchin' where I go
It's always to the bank, bank (Bank, bank)
Just some young niggas who ain't never had shit
[Ritornello: Sfera Ebbasta]
Fumo solo con la gang, gang (Gang, gang)
Sbuffo nuvole nel cielo, c'ho un nuovo giubbotto nero
Non stavo pensando a niente (Gang, gang)
I miei sono ancora in giro pure se c'è un brutto tempo
E sono pronti a fare "bang, bang" (Bang, bang)
No, qua nessuno è sincero
E non mi fido più di te-e (Bang, bang)
Stasera sto coi miei

[Strofa 2: Lil Mosey]
Up all night, it's like three in the morn' (In the morn')
But I don't take drugs no more (Uh)
In the back of the coupe, and I f*ck so slow (Skrrt, skrrt)
I found her in the club (Lil' bitch)
Hop in the stu' with some Benjamins (Bands)
I'm with my brothers, I don't got no friends (No)
I can't lose, I'm tryna win (Win)
Nigga was broke, but that was back then (Back then)
I got the drip like Marcelo (Marcelo)
Just took a jet to Milano (Milano)
I just brought my city euros (Euros)
They say I'm a hood hero

[Pre-Ritornello: Lil Mosey]
And we screaming, "Gang, gang" (Gang, gang)
Don't try to step too close to me (To me)
My niggas finna bang, bang (Oh, uh)
Everybody love me, yeah, I know (I know)
We are not the same thing (No)
They be always watchin' where I go
It's always to the bank, bank (Bank, bank)
Just some young niggas who ain't never had shit
So I say
[Ritornello: Sfera Ebbasta]
Fumo solo con la gang, gang (Gang, gang)
Sbuffo nuvole nel cielo, c'ho un nuovo giubbotto nero
Non stavo pensando a niente (Gang, gang)
I miei sono ancora in giro pure se c'è un brutto tempo
E sono pronti a fare "bang, bang" (Bang, bang)
No, qua nessuno è sincero
E non mi fido più di te-e (Bang, bang)
Stasera sto coi miei


Soulja Boy – Balenciaga Backpack Lyrics


[Hook]
Damn, he got bricks in the backpack
Run up on gang, man you know I’ma clap that
Versace couch where he put that strap at
Porsche Panamera, ridin’ round where the racks at
On my lap where I keep the MAC at
Bust down Rolex, got me on Snapchat
Ridin’ round town with the bricks in my backpack
Hunnid bricks in Balenciaga backpack
Balenciaga backpack

[Verse]
Swervin’ the foreign, I pull to the trap in another whip
I got hunnid racks on me nigga, ain’t no matchin’ that
In the back seat, that’s a strap on top another strap
Hop out that bitch with a hunnid racks
Jump out the coupe and I swerve that shit just like a stolen whip
Money Gang, I feel like the President
In a helicopter with 250 bricks
On a private jet I’m state-to-state
Movin’ with bricks, touch down in quick trip with that strap on my hip
Run up on gang you gon get hit with hollow tip
I’m heavily trappin’ I guess that’s why she on my dick
Hop out that bitch it’s another foreign whip
First opportunity, did it to get rich
Fell in love with my Draco extended clip
Red bottoms on the bottom of my jean, drip

[Hook]
He got bricks in the backpack
Run up on gang, man you know I’ma clap that
Versace couch where he put that strap at
Porsche Panamera, ridin’ round where the racks at
On my lap where I keep the MAC at
Bust down Rolex, got me on Snapchat
Ridin’ round town with the bricks in my backpack
Hunnid bricks in Balenciaga backpack


Soulja Boy – Bricks (Big Soulja Album)


[Intro:]
Yuh
Yeah
Soulja
Police checkin my phone so I need 40 of them things
Soulja
Rich Gang, SODMG
Loud, loud
Don’t play with it
I got bricks, bricks
Ridin with this shit, let’s go
Young Soulja Boy, I’m down to hit a lick (trappin)
That loud, loud
I got loud (let’s go)

[Hook:]
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Bricks bricks bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Ridin with this shit
Down to hit a lick (let’s go)
Ridin with them bricks (them bricks)
Rollin with them bricks (I got em)
Brick, bricks, bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks (turn up)
Ridin with the shit (let’s go)
Down to hit a lick (I got em)
Ridin with them bricks
Rollin with them bricks

[Verse 1:]
I got bricks, bricks
You know I got the racks (let’s go)
You want a Bentley, that’s 250 racks
I walk inside the club, I got lean, I got Act
Fuck with me Shawty and I won’t even text
SOD, Money Gang, we done broke the bank
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy be blowin on this thing
Ridin through the city and my cup full of drink
In my Ferrari and it got that candy paint
Ridin foreign whips and I stay getting cash
IPhone 5, they can’t bring me all my racks
Smoking on that kush and I stay spending stacks
They say the bank closed, well I open up the racks
Walk inside the vault, I see bands, I see rings
Walk inside this club, I spend bandz, I spend grands
Million dollars niggas, catch me on my tour bus
Million dollar niggas, hunned dollars for a haircut

[Hook:]
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Rollin with them bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Rollin with them bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Burn them with a lick
Soulja run with them bricks
Ridin with them bricks

[Verse 2:]
Stuntin is a habit, I’m in love with racks
I’m in love with cash, I love to hit licks
Ridin with that iPhone5 talkin bricks
On the tex with my plug, cold wars and shit
Flexin like a bitch, Soulja Boy don’t move sloppy
I just hit a lick, time to cop that Bugatti
Ridin with that new choppa
Nigga try me, body drop
Pistol pop, block is hot
Soulja got them bands in that stamp
Bracelet on my wrist cost a chicken (damn)
Catch me in my condo water whippin (damn)
Soulja Boy in love with that gold shit (damn)
Soulja Boy be flexin you like oh shit (damn)
Jordans on my feet, number 9
Flexin through the hood, I hit licks all the time
Bricks bricks bricks bricks bricks on that low
Bricks bricks bricks bricks bricks ran from above

[Hook:]
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Rollin with them bricks
Down to hit a lick
Ridin with them bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Rollin with them bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Down to hit a lick
I got…

[Outro:]
Nigga hittin my phone talkin bout Soulja, where the bricks at?
It ain’t nothing on the street, this is drought
I said nigga what the fuck is a drought?
SOD Money Gang, Rich Gang, flood the streets
I got em