Lyrics:
dollars
Then throw ya hands up if you gettin' it daily
Don't even talk uh, bout what it cost ya
If you ain't really out there gettin' it baby
If you
and my pappy
Live life happy and I'm still nappy
Nigga, legal money, no feds tryna trap me
If you ever been broke put your hands up
You been broke put
your hands up
You been broke put your hands up, put your hands up
You ever been broke put your hands up
You been broke put your hands up, put 'em up
knuckles
Carry us to Heaven by the truckfulls
I will be as stubborn as a pitbull
Neutral as a nazi, resolute like Ghandi
I will keep preaching till I'm took
to go (nowhere to go)
Now throw your hands up
Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still
)
Real niggas, stand up (stand up)
Real niggas, stand up
Put your hands up in the air if you never fold
Death before dishonor, yeah, we sticking
Competition, I just devour
Like a pitbull against a Chihuahua
'Cause when it comes to being dope, hot damn, I got it good
Now let me tell you who I am
'til my hands hurt
(Hands hurt)
Foreign door, push got the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self,
samurai split you now ya moms miss you
You in the backyard brutally eaten by five Pitbull
my head to the music, I got Pitbull songs on loop
Money-saving tips, but what's the point 'cause I'm still not rich
I'm like Money Making Mitch, if
you possess ain't over me
Agile, move with authority, I'm quite sure
Not cursed wit a disease, don't need a cure
Hands up for the time being my God
electricity just for Your city
Yeah
I feel His energy charging me like a battery
Every time my hands go up, up, up, up
Every time my hands go up
I feel
step
Step by step
Step by step
Hold my hand 'til the end
Stay with me now
'cause ups and downs
Won't scare me away
The road may be long
But
a life's like
Sounds from the mic, right
Every creed and color with their 116 tats
More humble rapper-tees all with
Their hands up
Understand before Grammys
balanced diet
I would call you, but I got a client
Where I act up, that is in private
Got a three piece, and I hold a trident
I don't want you or your
the book
No I don't do it by the
Couple fuckin' years ago I stepped up on the scene
Notebook full of lyrics and a pocket full of dreams
I make this shit
Competition, I just devour
Like a pitbull against a Chihuahua
'Cause when it comes to being dope, hot damn, I got it good
Now let me tell you who I am
up
[Yoshamine]
You and I goin' do that damn thing, make it bang
You went out to the room in the back
Bring me in a Henney
dude
He showed me his shoes, they were size fourteen
Them size fourteens ran up a tree, by themselves
I don't know how the shoes ran, but they did
Toad
Aw shit, Aw fuck
Me, Kali and Ces we go to get bucks
On the path but didn't think we'd get stuck
By some crass lads that's 'bout to get tough
cant dodge it ain't a challenger
No he ain't a pro don't get hit up by a amateur
My nigga he roll he gon wack u off the calendar
VERSE
Let me tell u
, let it blink, nigga, I don't think (oh)
Your hood Titanic, we gon' make that shit sink (straight up)
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been
Everybody put your hands up if
You don't want to go to work tomorrow
Everybody put your hands up
Put your hands up
Hands up
Everybody put your hands
I got blood, I mean paint on my hands
I got the brush, I'm bout to paint on this canvas with
Good lines, good lines, just a reflection
How we,
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