What a Shame (feat. French Montana)
What a shame, what a shame
Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga
This is it, boy
Stacking money to the sky, getting rich
Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it
When my dogs getting high getting rich
And a nigga rich
Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga
Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga
Beamer on the Boulevard, everybody know it's me
Bordeaux Polo, smoke a ton of weed
No room for nonsense, you under new ownership
Pulling niggas' cards, giving shooters bonuses
Fuck the rumors, now I'm standing in a room with ya
Face, gut, buck 50, got two pistols
We the Knights of the Templar
Born dopeboy, oh, I should've been stopped
Def Jam see me as a threat now
Hundred mill, any less is a let down
This is it, boy
Stacking money to the sky, getting rich
Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it
When my dogs getting high getting rich
And a nigga rich
Full magazine, bitch, shoot for the stars
Snatch a nigga chain just to post it on the blog
Assassinate a name, nigga spraying in the dark
Hate you with a passion, but he asking for a job
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga
Getting money while them other boys bitter
I'm an artist and my niggas are the realest
What a shame pussy niggas wear glitter
Put to sleep by the pillowcase killer
Black Benz, black weed, black bottle, nigga
Rich, dirty niggas still mobbing, nigga
This is it, boy
Stacking money to the sky, getting rich
Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it
When my dogs getting high getting rich
And a nigga rich
Appears on Mastermind
compositores: Karim Kharbouch, William Roberts II
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