CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Maria
Bo Jackson
What up, though? Trey-four
Bruno, Bricks, Costo
Free Lito, 227
Quezo, Concreatures
It's gang time, mafia, what else?
Griselda
Let's get it
Uh, uh, uh
Weigh the coke, beat the pot, scrape the bowl, bleed the block
Eight below, steamin' hot, eighty-four Gs a top
Boy and girl, best of both worlds, one-fifteen a G
Auntie want a two for one, unky want a three and three
Scale tweakin', bell ringin', phone slappin', twelve creepin'
Answer that, told her, "Hit me back, I'm in a sales meetin'"
All the splits on my profit share is non-negotiable
All this money, can't even lie, got me kinda emotional
West told 'em pray for Paris, London, and Tokyo
Gave 'em teapot in China, now we shinin' in Kosovo
Met Hov at Club Novo, man, this sh*t on the floor
Might not know your woman, but I know who I'm 'posed to know
Six-four to the Mo', was me, Bose, and Zoe
Runnin' through the 6 with my woes, shoutout to Smoke and Joe
Told cuz to slow his roll, now he facin' ten
In love with makin' prose, I ain't really into makin' friends
Let's take a spin through the gutter where it's rainin' Bens
Man make the money, money don't make the man
Thought he had me figured out, it's been a change of plans
Risk versus reward, I had to take a chance
All the money I ran up came from shavin' grams
Man make the money, money'll break a man
Said he gon' take the hit, even if it break his chin
Is you the type to stand up or you gon' take the stand?
What else?
What up, though? Trey-four
Bruno, Bricks, Costo
Free Lito, 227
Quezo, Concreatures
It's gang time, mafia, what else?
Griselda
Let's get it
Uh, uh, uh
Weigh the coke, beat the pot, scrape the bowl, bleed the block
Eight below, steamin' hot, eighty-four Gs a top
Boy and girl, best of both worlds, one-fifteen a G
Auntie want a two for one, unky want a three and three
Scale tweakin', bell ringin', phone slappin', twelve creepin'
Answer that, told her, "Hit me back, I'm in a sales meetin'"
All the splits on my profit share is non-negotiable
All this money, can't even lie, got me kinda emotional
West told 'em pray for Paris, London, and Tokyo
Gave 'em teapot in China, now we shinin' in Kosovo
Met Hov at Club Novo, man, this sh*t on the floor
Might not know your woman, but I know who I'm 'posed to know
Six-four to the Mo', was me, Bose, and Zoe
Runnin' through the 6 with my woes, shoutout to Smoke and Joe
Told cuz to slow his roll, now he facin' ten
In love with makin' prose, I ain't really into makin' friends
Let's take a spin through the gutter where it's rainin' Bens
Man make the money, money don't make the man
Thought he had me figured out, it's been a change of plans
Risk versus reward, I had to take a chance
All the money I ran up came from shavin' grams
Man make the money, money'll break a man
Said he gon' take the hit, even if it break his chin
Is you the type to stand up or you gon' take the stand?
What else?
