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The Pie
feat. Mibbs (Pac Div) & Add-2
Just a moment I've been gone but now, baby, it's on I'm on my own clocking, I know that I take too long Got bitches calling me soft, haters say we fell off But they know that nothing pops in A Town if we not involved Keep my mouth shut and got my eyes open I'm tryna help you out like 'hey, you're fly's open' I'm tired of bogus niggas getting by with bogus shit Like it's inspiring when that shit sound like some Bobby Rosen shit We're back on our grind, I set rappers on my mind I go dash all on your back and I go past you double time I'm 100 miles and running, working like a husband Doing absolutely fine, now I'm working on my stomach Independent rapping and I'm working with a budget Bust it open like the stock market and watch your money plummet Fuck it, niggas gotta fry, snitches gotta die Give it up, give it up, give it up the pie
I'm just tryna get my hustle and my money right I'm tryna get my hustle and my money right Here come that, here come that, here come that cash Here come that, I got wax out my ass Here come that, here come that, here come that cash Here come that, I got wax out my ass
Woke up to the dollar bills with a foreign bitch in them Prada heels All I think about is getting to it, only real niggas how I feel Bitch, get some act right, I'm busy getting my cash right Hustle hard in my past life, I ain't slept since last night I'm going, going, going, going hard till I flat line Neck working on the golf course, nigga I'm on my back nine Just landed in Turkey Yeah, nigga, I'm that fly Purple label, tailored shoes, I'm some hot G with a black tie God damn it, I'm neck high, try to get my racks high I don't trust nobody, I see everything like a black lie 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Zero to a hero, nothing towards something Acting like De Niro, my Hugo looking lovely I'm looking for them bitches with their own shit Yeah, I'm 'bout that dough, you can tell by this, go You can tell by my clothes, holly shit, I'm fresh to death God bless my soul
I'm just tryna get my hustle and my money right I'm tryna get my hustle and my money right Here come that, here come that, here come that cash Here come that, I got wax out my ass Here come that, here come that, here come that cash Here come that, I got wax out my ass
I say I'm back and here we go on that trap and rap Tryna make a crack that we living in a trap We just tryna make hits like a nigga with a bat And y'all don't run, shit, you get fat Yeah, man, y'all I mean, I mean business Matter fact I be on that dough like a Jehovah's Witness But they sad when they hear a nigga spit But they sad when a nigga get rich Money, money, money, money make the world go round I'm getting mine so you better get yours Mind sharper than a switch blade And I'm insane in the membrane And I'm sitting by fly, one way, matter with a plane Taking off like a sick day What? No days off, no days off, keep 'em in line We stayed up, I just play hard at the play offs Then I kill them off like Adolf, thinking y'all niggas like made off Singing AC AGO, a wrap up band the way we go Yeah, we go, the way we flow, tell me when I go like E for all Mibbs in here, check, Dot in here, check, I'm Add-2, I'm on my shit like a to do list All I get is, well you know
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