The comeback feel so much better than the come up Aye, BMF Free the whole mob till it's nobody left Free Ramadan, that's my dog to the death Ballin' so hard I got a tec and a ref My money made her wet, BMF Free the fuckin' mob till it's nobody left Free Ramadan, that's my dog to the death Ballin' so hard I got a tec and a ref My money made her wet Lambos, Bentleys And drop-top Porsches You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces All white snow business, bricks built a fortress Shop with the bosses in iced-out crosses Street money, deep money, goin' corporate Might as well movin' more work than a office A fortune 500 be a shipment of raw bricks Dope boys profit always outweigh the losses Aye, BMF Free the whole mob till it's nobody left Free Ramadan, that's my dog to the death Ballin' so hard I got a tec and a ref My money made her wet, BMF Free the fuckin' mob till it's nobody left Free Ramadan, that's my dog to the death Ballin' so hard I got a tec and a ref My money made her wet Got it for the low, droughtin' but we pourin' Wayne made it rain, mob came, it was stormin' Throw away the phones but the money keeps callin' Feds tappin' in, tryna lock us up for ballin' Shoulder bounce, ooh, bounce in a foreign From the Motor City but we known in the New Orleans From Cali to New York, St. Louis to Atlanta When we in ya town hoes swear they seen Santa 50 boy from the hole ED started up Shinin' like new money, heavy traffic, foreigns parked up Movin' like some brothers, family business, powder product Come and get ya teeth in somethin', baby, it's the mob, what! Aye, BMF Free the whole mob till it's nobody left Free Ramadan, that's my dog to the death Ballin' so hard I got a tec and a ref My money made her wet, BMF Free the fuckin' mob till it's nobody left Free Ramadan, that's my dog to the death Ballin' so hard I got a tec and a ref My money made her wet