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Hurry Up & Buy
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Hardo
Featuring(s) : JID
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Christo Man, almost forgot all the shit I said, let me do that shit again Trap Real trap nigga comin' through your speakers, you hear me [Hardo & JID] It's 'bout money, nigga, say less Choppers that spray vest, killers that stay fresh My shoes from Saks Fifth, them bricks at Payless (Real shit) My hoes got accents, I'm from them spots where it's real action Break work in fractions, I gotta get it, no relaxin' (Gotta get it) Listen, I get the details, got pills, no D12 I send the Gs mail, some hit the e-mail (Some hit the e-mail) Got coke on presale (Huh?) Ain't seen the plug yet, I stretch the female, then sell for retail (Gotta stretch the ho out) A nigga really got them truckloads, ain't got no CL's (Facts) But got a C-L-S, yes, but got them VVS, yes (That's right) But hell no, I ain't impressed (I ain't impressed by that shit) I just like the baguettes (I just like it), I just like to ride Lex I just like to upset all these niggas that's hatin' (Hatin' ass niggas) Drive-by on they set (Skrrt) I count with calluses, I'm sick, dialysis Ain't with the coward shit, I got the foulest bitch, I get her flowers Shit, I'm havin' power trips, I'm up like towers, bitch My drip need towels for this I put in miles for this, the beef got .Cals for this I bow, then click, need palaces Don't sound convinced on balances That's owed from piling shit, on bad money niggas I guess they counterfeit, listen I keep that mask on me, nigga, that's my accountant fit Pull up in that Challenger 'bout challenges, that's my analysis Hold up, I'm flickin' ashes in the ashtray in an Ashton with Ashley y'all ain't called since the last date Now she sendin' the sad face, gettin' money the fast way Grindin' hard to the last day, I run it up like its leg day, nigga(Yeah, alright) Give me all the cash, nigga, hurry up and buy (Buy) Put it in the bags, bricks fallin' out the sky (Sky) I can make the money fly, that's a bird Cock a nine, if you heard, you can die, you concur (Uh, ah shit, yeah) Give me all the cash, nigga, hurry up and buy (Buy) Put it in the bag, this shit fallin' out the sky (Sky) I can make the money fly, that's a bird Cock a nine, if you heard, you can die, you concur (Okay) [JID] Comin' for the cheddar 'til I'm dead or I get a war wound Weather the storm, get an umbrella 'Cause it's rainin' p*ssy cats and dog food And the catch is comin' for y'all fools Accelerate, hit the RT, R2-D2 Schoolin' you niggas, the 1, 2, plus you is Three Stooges Word to my mucus, I spill juices 'Bout to cop a noose 'cause I'm already strange fruit And if my diamonds is twinklin', then they think I ain't dangerous Hangman, hangin' there, bang, bang, bangin' that thing, thing 'Til my wrist spring, maintain, ring, jing-a-ling, jing-a-ling When I swang the thing, she like, "Danke schön" Pen, pad, paint, all the pain, rap game daddy-daughter day And the real niggas all gone away 'til I came in with the party favors All the flavors, modern day, super gamma with the ultra rays New Atlanta for you monkey niggas Got two banana clips, f*ck a fade Don't tempt me, gassed up But I run empty with the five wide And the .45 on three wisemen (Uh) Alright Give me all the cash, nigga, hurry up and buy (Buy) Put it in the bags, bricks fallin' out the sky (Sky) I can make the money fly, that's a bird Cock a nine, if you heard, you can die, you concur
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