Walk Thru Video (MV)

Spilling a whole lot of sauce yea
Ya niggas know I'm a boss yea
I got the drip like a faucet
I know you mad I ain't lost yet
Told you niggas imma get it
Now they asking how I did it
I bought a pack and I flipped it
Then I count it up while I'm faded
How much you paying
Watch how you say it
I might not be with it
Bitches be playin
Think I'm just flirting
Like I'm not gon hit it
She gotta have a reason
Like Remy if she conceited
If I tell you once
And you ain't listen
I might not repeat it
I'm with gang gang gang gang gang
The opps gon talk wont do a damn thing
Niggas pull up faster than Usain
Keep it 100 and I don't do change
Trap outta Max to get a new Benz
My money and crime go hand and hand
I'm with the bro we smoking dope
In the kitchen with a pot and pan
Gang comin up
Niggas gotta free Bamma
Went to Rikers when he came from Atlanta
Broke bitch want a nigga to play Santa
Waddup my nigga Drama
His flag cranberry Tropicana
Got the hood on dirty Diana
Now my mood on Juelz Santana
Damn I need a bandana
All this Hannah Montana
Got me feelin like Tony Montana
I might take a flight to Havana
These niggas always been local
These bitches never been loyal
I had the work in them baggies
Wrapped in aluminum foil
Then I pulled up like I'm royal
Throw a band up
When I walk thru
Dropped on her knees
When I walk thru
All eyes on me
When I walk thru
I don't hear a sound
When I walk thru
I can feel the hate
When I walk thru
Designers on my body
When I walk thru
Your bitch on my body
When I walk thru
I got what you need
When I walk thru
Throw a band up
When I walk thru
Dropped on her knees
When I walk thru
All eyes on me
When I walk thru
I don't hear a sound
When I walk thru
I can feel the hate
When I walk thru
Designers on my body
When I walk thru
Your bitch on my body
When I walk thru
I got what you need
When I walk thru
A lot of niggas be faking
He say he the bro but he hating
Heard them niggas praying on my downfall
But they gotta keep waiting
Niggas gon watch your bitch wanna f*ck her
Just cuz she be slaying
Walked in the spot with 3 bad bitches
They wanna know how I'm paying
They wanna live how I'm living
Wanna know how much weight I'm liftin
What the f*ck kinda juice I'm sipping
What I'm whipping is it foreign
All this drip is it really for him
Niggas need to mind they neck
Your bitch gon' help me spend this check
Let her flex on my ex
Her bestie came up next
Bitches know I'm a savage
I ain't f*ckin if she average
Styrofoam for my beverage
Keep a pack of that cabbage
Switch lanes got road rage
We never been on the same page
Me and money perfect marriage