Lyrics:
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
'Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
your business on wax
When we could scrap or slap a clip, if you wanted to crack
See in the pen we got a name for niggas runnin' they yap
Sale
want in)
You make a twenty dollar sale I want ten!
I tried to be nice but, he started riffin
Then he slowed his role up
When I start grippin
I gotta get
the project to a sale to a mansion to a cell again
Like, goddamn, could a young nigga live?
I'll fight the police, say he ain't got my mil'
Cold ass sale got
te me vas a quitar (duro)
Lo que me gusta es que tú te dejas llevar (duro)
To' los weekenes ella sale a vacilar (duro)
Mi gata no para 'e janguear
at the table trivia talk show trash
Sometimes we get caught up in making the right impression
Is the commission really worth the sale that we pitch?
I'm not
planète, Korey du Nord
Rendu trop careless pour te donner du knowl
J'ai les deux oreilles ouvertes quand c'est le money qui talk
De l'échec au paycheck pis
the money talk to me
Ain't about the paper, I don't get involved (don't get involved)
First check I ever got I had to ball on 'em, uh
(First check I ever
Two M's up and a nigga still scammin'
Pillow talk and that'll get a bitch in the bedding
150K from the cred', god damnit
Took a whole eighth
ain't make a sale in a minute
Niggas been bustin' them U-eys, I'll never forget it
I ain't take a L in a minute
You a bitch, he a rat, he a fraud,
(la-la-la-la)
Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)
Dip me in ice (dip me in ice)
Glamorous life (glamorous)
I'm flashy (la-la-la-la)
My money tall (my money
put you house pon sale
Bet you wife, all you pitney, me just cyaan' fail
Dem couldn't be me, a dot to a 3D
Likkle pitney ah greet me like me ah keep
about money
Then it ain't about me
Hella mail from sales
Hella yeah for scales
Come up short
My money jumpin yo ass like bail
the leash, hit him boy
Niggas brag about waggin, we stop the tails
X drop an album, niggas droppin sales
Niggas can't fuck with the dog, forget about it
fail, I'm gonna need bail (why?)
Flippin on coats like Latrell Sprewell
My cat's gone broke off blowin weed sales
Can't see mine, dickhead, you're gonna
make it do magic
Talk her out that Fenty shit yeah I'm a savage
Touch down celebration hail mary that pack in
My way or the highway I make that shit
no static but you talk problematic - pussy boy shaking like a glitch,
Found my role in the rap, my niche,
Found my role in my life, i switched,
I know
I wonder if they can tell I'm a dope boy
My first toy was a scale, I had no choice (I had no choice)
Money talk, I had no voice (no voice)
My mom
(live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live
Let's begin, to talk!!
1990, and this is what's goin on
To the break of dawn
24/7, Run-D.M.C. in effect
That's ??
All those weak-rhymin,
your business on wax
When we could scrap or slap a clip, if you wanted to crack
See in the pen we got a name for niggas runnin' they yap
Sale
mothafucking paper
Boot Camp Clik
Aight you know what I'm saying
Mad niggas want to talk about
That East - West bullshit
But you know it's all bullshit
Smith
it, I’m making it lit
Too many sips. Too many dips. Demons them wanted me dead
True everything is for sale, everybody aint selling. Left devil on read
rooted like dogwood, between the Pine, wind
Twenty-fo' stores with malt for sale, still fetchin water
Out the well, help em size, find the grind, find
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