Video Opp Pack de Al B Smoov 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Al B Smoov - Opp Pack Lyrics

[Intro: Ralfy the Plug]
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
Huh

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
I need my money fast, bitch, I ain't got no patience
No, you can't hit this opp pack, I'm finna face it
You can't get to where I'm at without no patience
You wasn't with me when I was fightin' all them cases
I need my money fast, bitch, I ain't got no patience
No, you can't hit this opp pack, I'm finna face it
You can't get to where I'm at without no patience
You wasn't with me when I was fightin' all them cases

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
You wasn't with me when I was fightin' all them cases
You live a broke nigga life, I bet you would like to trade places
Young nigga in the field, I needed money, didn't have no patiеnce
You better know I keep it on mе, I'm not to play with
Young niggas stuntin' with chains and whips without the slave deals
Get your ass beat tryna come over here with them fake seals
That's a lot of glass in your piece, them diamonds ain't real
F&N cookin' up beef, it came with a gang of shells
What she did behind them closed doors, only gang can tell
Weighin' Plug pack, I made a dub off the same scale
I just blew a hundred without an advance or a major deal
Lookin' at the royalties like why I be rich? Only time can tell
Hatin' niggas can't see the team winnin', even the blind can tell
You don't want no money, nigga, you belong to be inside the jail
The streets is not cool, it get lonely inside them cells
Ain't no Benihana, it's bologna inside the jail
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug & Good Finesse]
I need my money fast, bitch, I ain't got no patience
No, you can't hit this opp pack, I'm finna face it
You can't get to where I'm at without no patience
You wasn't with me when I was fightin' all them cases
I need my money fast, bitch, I ain't got no patience
No, you can't hit this opp pack, I'm finna face it
You can't get to where I'm at without no patience
You wasn't with me when I was fightin' all them cases (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Good Finesse]
You can have it all and lose it fast like an eye blink
I'm too greedy, in the booth talkin' spicy
SBs, he a thousand on some Nikes
Forty karats in a watch, yeah, it's icy
A freak bitch, fake ass, not a wifey
Tombstone, put his ass on a white tee
Big clips, got me feelin' like I'm Spike Lee
Bands out a joint, no blues, it was old money
Triple nine, all gold, that's for sure money
Ten times in a row, I am not lucky
Tiptoe for the bands 'cause I know stinkies
Thirty piece on the road 'cause I'm too greedy

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
I need my money fast, bitch, I ain't got no patience
No, you can't hit this opp pack, I'm finna face it
You can't get to where I'm at without no patience
You wasn't with me when I was fightin' all them cases
I need my money fast, bitch, I ain't got no patience
No, you can't hit this opp pack, I'm finna face it
You can't get to where I'm at without no patience
You wasn't with me when I was fightin' all them cases