Lyrics:
hit huh?
They knew all about the stash spot,
Knew where the money was and cashed out
You got the nerve to act like you 'ont know
When all the while
on
[Rap by Chyna Whyte]
I'm hittin' you on the two-way, shit, cause I want it bad
And I ain't thinkin' bout nothing but
You and me blowing hash in
[Chorus: Krayzie & (Layzie)]
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector,
Needin' me money, no ease up tonight,
(See niggas can't stand us, so they label
was as real as me,
You would never let another nigga step in yo yard
Makin money ain't shit to me
Cause it's in my veins and it gets to my heart
So I
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Fuck you
[Chorus: x2]
What you want to be when you grow up
You want to be thugs
You want to be pranksters
You want to sell
or two
And I'm fascinated by like what you do
She like what I do, what I'm posed to
Wake up in the morning, then I go to sleep
Only said that cause I'm
Black chick white guy
Does it mean shit maybe
I don't know but yo it never phased me
But either way here's one tail
Of two like that and what
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
chucks, blue strings, call me Dom Hussein
Choppa hit em with that blue flame
Make em run like Usain
In the trap no 2 Chainz
Whip black no Bruce Wayne
Whip
side
Talkin' big shit, ready to die
I know every story got two sides
Claimin' he paranoid by the black guy
Cop wanna make it home by night time
Just
time for no distraction
Shoutout intuition
Put a young boy on a mission, yea
Want a mansion at the hills
Filled wit honeys, lots of money
Say she love
time for no distraction
Shoutout intuition
Put a young boy on a mission, yea
Want a mansion at the hills
Filled wit honeys, lots of money
Say she love
her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way!
a problem, yeah, I got a problem
They say I got a problem
I got a problem, yeah, I got a problem
Get it by all on, seen me
How would you want some
Makin' some
raidin'
Makin' money now, so we upgraded
All the losses we dun taken, young bosses in the makin'
Freedom on the line, forget the time I could be facin'
Ay, Migos
(Music crew)
(Zaytoven)
Metro Boomin want some more nigga
Whole lotta money (whole lotta money) (woo)
Whole lotta bitches (there's
the pump-pump
Thirty-two shots and ducked out, then I broke out
Left that cat for dead, his body smoked out
'Cause when I fall out, y'all killas gotta kill me,
Here we go.
here we go again,
lets go
Like 007 im on a mission
Makin' people dance droppin sucka's who dissin
Keep the crowd movin coz the beat is
me up
Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up
I ain't trippin' in the county and I'm mad as fuck
Got a record so they put me with the baddest
niggas and me releasin
Bone and CD's
With money steady increasin
For houlagans like me
Money by all means
Smokers gone pay for daytons
Smokin on collard
Yea, aint no catchin me
Its time to work
No time to be catchin Zs
Dang dad you killed that one
Lets get it
Makin money thats wrist work (Money)
Never
the fee, I can get you jumped for free
Yeah buddy, laugh, it's funny
I have the money to have you killed by somebody who has nothing
I'm past bluffing,
the fee, I can get you jumped for free
Yeah buddy, laugh, it's funny
I have the money to have you killed by somebody who has nothing
I'm past bluffing,
[Krayzie: x2]
People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-you-G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
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