Money on My Head Songtext
von Wavy Navy Pooh

Whole lotta sus′ shit no, scrub shit, nigga
Get money and stop hatin' fuckboy (ayo, SharpBeats)
You understand me? Ayy, ayy, ayy

These niggas say it′s money on my head, but they ain't got enough
Lookin' for these niggas in these streets, but they ain′t popping up
I′m cuttin' through the other side, but I ain′t leave you dead enough (ayy)
I'm snappin′ on my shooter, he ain't paint that nigga red enough (ayy)

Walk up on that nigga, gun him down, you know his head′ll bust (pa-pa)
I hear that nigga talkin' like he savage, but he scared of us (ayy)
Quick to let it blow you know my niggas some shooters, ayy (you understand me?)
We don't do no talkin′, we ain′t with the computers (no)

Black leaders of our days, yeah, my niggas some bloods (navy)
See these diamonds 'round my neck, yeah, I got this out the mud (wavy)
Common revolution in progress, my nigga Juicy a crip (ayy-ayy)
Step out and bounce, I hit his line, my nigga Juicy′ll trip (ayy-ayy)


Fuck, I look like beef with niggas, I'm too big for y′all (ayy)
The first to make it out my city, look what I did for y'all (you understand me?)
You niggas cuttin′ on my side, what was you thinkin' though? (Thinkin' though)
You niggas gettin′ out of line, you need a spankin′ dawg (spankin' dawg)
Mannie Fresh, watch a nigga get his roll-on (get my roll-on)
Baby girl, how you a freak? You got your clothes on (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 (pa-pa)

These niggas say it's money on my head, but they ain′t got enough
Lookin' for these niggas in these streets, but they ain't popping up (no)
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 nigga red enough (pa-pa)
Walk up on that nigga, gun him down, you know his head'll bust
I hear that nigga talkin′ like he savage, but he scared of us (ayy)
Quick to let it blow, you know my niggas some shooters, ayy (you understand me?)
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 losin′ sight (can't see me)
We push when it′s necessary, don't believe the hype (go)
I′m a young nigga, don't give a fuck, and that′s her favorite type

Man, you know that ain't my speed, why you runnin' 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 (fuck)


Hit my 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 Louie (drip)
Ain't a soul fuckin′ with me, we can end the conclusion (wavy) facts

These niggas say it's money on my head, but they ain't got enough
Lookin′ for these niggas in these streets, but they ain′t poppin' up (no)
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 nigga red enough (pa-pa)
Walk up on that nigga, gun him down, you know his head'll bust
I hear that nigga talkin′ like he savage, but he scared of us (ayy)
Quick to let it blow you, know my niggas some shooters, ayy (you understand me?)
We don′t do no talkin' we ain′t with the computers (no)

I'd rather catch him in the car than catch him on feet, ayy
Yeah, you scoped but I′ma catch you niggas four deep (pa-pa-pa)
The way he ran them down, you swear them boys had no heat (ayy)
Them niggas chicken, yeah they sour, yeah they so sweet

Semi lookin' clean, Wavy where you got your fade at? (Wavy)
Niggas 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
Niggas 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 nigga round, put two shots in his snap back
Leave a nigga in the store in a bag, like some Rap Snacks (wavy)

These niggas say it′s money on my head, but they ain't got enough
Lookin′ for these niggas in these streets, but they ain't popping up (no)
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 nigga red enough (pa-pa)
Walk up on that nigga, gun him down, you know his head′ll bust
I hear that nigga talkin' like he savage, but he scared of us (ayy)
Quick to let it blow you, know my niggas some shooters, ayy (you understand me?)
We don′t do no talkin', we ain′t with the computers (no)

(Ayo, SharpBeats)