John Cena Songtext
von Yung Chowder

Too much money in my pocket, yeah, had to pull my jeans up
We driving fast, they can′t see me like I'm Cena
If I don′t got it, then my brother got the nina
I had no option, left the sauce for a couple reasons

I'm in Detroit with GT, smoking good weed
Little chick trick, heavy weights, that's my OG
I got the diamond chains that used to rock the rosaries
I′m young and turnt, baby, that′s how it's supposed to be
I′m tryna cop some land, expanding off of royalties
Don't trust nobody, only got the ones close to me
We back outside like we coming off of quarantine

They respect me where I′m from, I got the loyalty
This that money counter music, all my dogs get influenced
So much stars in the ceiling, yeah, this car is exclusive
Got a cuff and burner on me, smoke that new shit
I'm touring back to back, best believe I do this


Too much money in my pocket, yeah, had to pull my jeans up
We driving fast, they can′t see me like I'm Cena
If I don't got it, then my brother got the nina
I had no option, left the sauce for a couple reasons

Fifty thousand cash, it′s kinda hard to keep my jeans up
Got it out the mud, but all this paper made me clean up
Chowder hit me up and he like, "GT, I need one"
Nigga, we all bosses, if you fall, you can lean on

A real plug, you ain′t gotta pay, you just take what you want
Just made a quarter million clean off some cookie smoke

When you having it like this, then you do what you want
Niggas hang with fifty niggas, twenty-five look all broke
When you get on this level, nigga, you got do's and don′ts
I feel like ten thousand, Louis Timbs, Louis coat
I'm smoking shit that just came out, it got me on the rope
We always laugh when you talk cash, man, your ass a joke

Too much money in my pocket, yeah, had to pull my jeans up
We driving fast, they can′t see me like I'm Cena
If I don′t got it, then my brother got the nina
I had no option, left the sauce for a couple reasons