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Z Money - No Floggin Ft Key Glock & G Herbo (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Z Money
Z Money
Performer
Key Glock
Key Glock
Performer
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zernardo Tate
Zernardo Tate
Composer
Nate Rodriguez
Nate Rodriguez
Composer
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Composer
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Mexico Beatz
Lil Mexico Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

Lil Mexico, yeah, ayo, Mexico, uh huh
There's no flodgin', 80 thousand, damn, I need to stop it
200 grams inside my closet, I ain't even lock it
You can't keep up, lil homie, don't try to stop it
My diamonds playin' hockey, F&N sit right beside me
Yeah, hop out the vans and you know foenem slidin'
They say Z Money cook the dope, I do it every time
My wrist froze, it shine, bust it down, now I can't tell the time
Heard you dropped a dime, little dots, it shot at your eye
Let them bullets fly, no disguise, I'm one of a kind
All my diamonds cryin', hypnotized, you look hard to blind
80 for my time, I ain't lyin', look how this shit shine
30 for my smile, I ain't lyin', look how this shit shine
Bitch, yeah, I'm on my grind, yeah, that's all the time
Thick ho so fine, had to break her spine
Chopsticks and 45s, better go hide
Young **** been rich, never had to sign
There's no flodgin', 80 thousand, damn, I need to stop it
200 grams inside my closet, I ain't even lock it
You can't keep up, lil homie, don't try to stop it
My diamonds playin' hockey, F&N sit right beside me
Yeah, hop out the vans and you know foenem slidin'
They say Z Money cook the dope, I do it every time
My wrist froze, it shine, bust it down, now I can't tell the time
Heard you dropped a dime, little dots, it shot at your eye
Uh, uh, see my uncle cookin' dope up, I was just a toddler
Cut the heat off, I had school, we both was boilin' water
Uh, uh, and dropped out of school, but I was still a scholar
Uh, 6am, hopped out Impalas, shot a boy in collar
Well respected, might just slide through your hood just to give a holler
And connected, shit'll make your jaw lock, shout out to the guala
Used to be that ****, walk up to you like, "Give me a dollar"
Now I got them blocks, my homies distribute, I'm Iguodala
And I'm really No Limit, but I ain't Mystikal, I ain't rapin', nada
Finger fuck, I rape the chopper, yellow tape, chalk up your partner
Huh, we was really doin' walkups, huh, so what you doin' all that talk for?
And, bro, you best hope you don't fall on the floor, guarantee you'll never get off of it
There's no flodgin', 80 thousand, damn, I need to stop it
200 grams inside my closet, I ain't even lock it
You can't keep up, lil homie, don't try to stop it
My diamonds playin' hockey, F&N sit right beside me
Yeah, hop out the vans and you know foenem slidin'
They say Z Money cook the dope, I do it every time
My wrist froze, it shine, bust it down, now I can't tell the time
Heard you dropped a dime, little dots, it shot at your eye
Written by: Herbert R Wright, Markeyvius LaShun Cathey, Nate Rodriguez, Zernardo Tate
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