Текст песни
Real ones, no, we automatic, fake ones fold, that's tragic
We don't move without a reason
But we move when it's that season Street check, wear your team
Pow, pow, heard them beams
Boom, nigga, that's routine Money come, that's sheen
Lil bro got a dream, he don't get it Big bro got a plan, he call me stack
No diamonds, just bread in the kitchen
No preaching, just facts when I'm spittin» Street check!
Where your team? Ow, ow
Heard them beams? Boom, niga
That's who team. Money come, that's that shit. Street check! Where your team? Pow pow. Heard them beams
