Love Ruga

[Intro] Nothing moving but the money, nigga I said nothing moving but my money, nigga Ruga's back, let me talk to these niggas What's up, real niggas? Chief Keef, what's up my young nigga? This shit hot Lil Reese I was in the middle of the shot with you, nigga With them 35's Oh, y'all know that's them 30 round clips, nigga [Verse] These niggas love Ruga, streets love Ruga Hop out with my shooter acting like they knew us These niggas don't know us, their bitches can blow us Pay extra for them keys, yeah, the plug owe us Hardo on my left hand, beams on my right hand Yeah, I'm on that nigga shit, put money like a white man Bentleys and [?] we don't fly coaches Dely get the Raid can, these niggas is roaches 'Fore I caught with Deepsy I was selling bricks I ain't had no baby mamma drumming on no kids Ask around the town nigga, yeah, I'm a fair shoe Baby I'm a team player, you go fuck the clique, too Ok, ok, enough, enough the Chief Keef flow You a rabbit, get street dough Why you watching them broke niggas? Pay attention to me, hoe Yeah, I'm talking that fly shit, penthouse to high... shit If you talking 'bout one of me and my niggas You die, shit Off topic, you talk with, let me chill on 'em Let the champagne chill on 'em Make a motherfucker another mil on 'em Call me Mr. Miyagi, wax on, wax off, nigga Now you see me, now you don't, 9-11 Porsche nigga