Lyrics:
that's
Surrounded by smoke
In a trailer in the middle of hell
Nobody know it's the junkyard hannibal lec
Snatch the first grabbable tec
And look for any
petty hustlers out there
How to have it yo' way (okay); Get Dough Or Die (yeah) floss at all cost (yeah)
Cash out, mash out, brought to you by, Grand
your bitch, nigga what?
You getting stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck
Truck jewels, cruising in the Land, pumping "Cash Rules"
Last crew
the love of cash, your honor
Traffickin' across the Verrazano, coke and the marijuana
See, my persona glitters in gold
Unlike them other money getters who
could do
Cash corrupts the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking truth
Fucking with Stretch from Live Squad
I could've died the same night that
ill that you can hold the drums
Hold the drums
This shit so ill that you can hold the drums
Uh, my dude, this Pete Rock groove
I got TEC-9 Tourette's
the only way
It's frightening but it means they'll stay
Together they're gonna make it together
His blue Morris van is parked in an alley
Just by
Asorted flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks
beneath me (Ayy)
Money got 'em watchin' like a TV (yeah)
Told you they can't see us like they Stevie
(Hold on, what?)
All these haters mad, they cannot be
bedroom had a bedroom, my wrist be dancin'
The flyest that's livin'
We live and die by the kitchen
Choppin' on dishes, rack the puff in
Ambition bitch we
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
Unloadin' a Tec in this, hang you by your neck-a-lace
All in for the blessedness, Lord Infamous reck-a-less
Mobbin', I'm the messiest, best, there is no
[Missy (Aaliyah)]
Uh uh (yea yea)
Uh uh (yea yea)
Ninety nine uh uh (yea yea) what you got boo)
I was in love wit' you (yea)
And you couldn't
cause my nuts is bigger
Strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocks
Dumpin' niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac
I'm kickin' it in Cali but
or deaf
I'm gettin' big in the paint, I'm all rebounds and TECs
Put rapper heads on walls like TV mounts for checks
You beat out the best, and then you
pray that you not with him
Kel Tec hit him spittin
You can't even finish your sentence
With your bitch, Give her dentist
Got so rich by instrumenting
Pocket full of cash
And I gots to get Moe
Making money talk
Multiplied by the week
I Got to stay wise
with my eyes on the prize
Cash App came out
Cash App
to yo face, A$AP
Oh, so they say that I'm a a-hole
Ain't that about my peso?
Bad bitches on my payroll
Don't move 'less I say so
Hit you with that TEC-9
I will not die till I get my respect
I want my money Cash App me right through a text
Only hit my line if u tryna buy a feat
I ain't playing nice for
money ain't a problem
I got cash, if you a bad bitch, fuck with me baby, baby
One time, one, one time
Got a bad bitch in the back seat and she ride
Thirty round drum what you finna do
I do not give two shits I'll spin a dude
I buy pies by the minute you spend all your money on clothes
You been
Especially where I'm from, we live by the gun
Put money over bitches, and die over funds
You could lie in the trunk or at the blink
Of an eye get jumped
Can't
Gotti why you turned up bad cause nikka i was just down bad
Got my name off shooting dice and on that nine I'll bet my last
Stacking more then I
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