Good Money - No Pot To Piss lyrics

rate me

(Hook x2)

No pot to piss in, no window to throw it out

Every little chance I get, you gon' catch me showin' out

'Specially when our hoes is out. Summertime, toes is out

Niggas wit the dough come out, just so we can scope 'em out

(Verse)

See that ass pokin' out, legs all glissin' in?

That's cause you was gettin' right in the time in the gym

See your waistline gettin' slim. Sittin' in the 6, used 2 be a tit

South Beach, Miami, I gotta start the sun hard

Bundled up all year, can't wait to set smth off x2

You nasty! Can't wait to break smth off

Tryna be there too. If not, pay the cook out, pay the cops

And tell the judge throw the book out

You know the hoes bring the crooks out

Crooks bring the guns, guns make the (pow)

Summertime shoot-outs, rather shoot dice 2 hide the brainless suit out

Sure, the flip-flops, too hot to bring the boots out

A drop top sun, too hot to bring the roof out

I'm in the whip, blowin' purple shit, shades all mystical

Show 'em what I'm workin' wit, I paint the picture for ya

Niggas who ain't smilin' are pro'ly snitchin' on ya

They prob'ly plottin' for ya, they ain't willin' cause they watchin' for ya

It be the niggas in the circle that be out to hurt you

I mix the sour wit the purple, cause divertle, I ain't got

(Hook x2)

No pot to piss in, no window to throw it out

Every little chance I get, you gon' catch me showin' out

'Specially when our hoes is out. Summertime, toes is out

Niggas wit the dough come out, just so we can scope 'em out

(Verse)

So expect the unexpected. Damn, you killin' 'em, I think I got a death wish

No need to cook, I'm eatin' pussy fo' breakfast

And blowin' L, she ridin' smoother than a Lexus

Talkin' reckless, shoot a best, no question

Sex wit aggression, beat it up, possession

So the first time, I'd rather learn your lesson

And after that no more questions and second guessing

My feet is up, heat is tough, baby, I'm flexin'

It lookin' good, got no choice but to respect it

Now she checkin' for me, got no choice but to accept it

Moral of the story? I'm the nigga yo bitch left wit

Good money reppin', sucka shit neglectin'

All up and down, 9-5, gettin' my sexin'

Feelin' like the winner of the race, versatileness

Where I'm from? Now they fuck wit my state

You kiss in the mouth, but I bust in the face

Then I pay to get her toes done, I feelin' like I owe one

been fuckin' wit keys since O one

You a house nigga, house nigga, drinkin' cold ones

Now let the light shine on me, and watch my shit, dance!

Don't try to price mine, homie! Everything official, check the pipeline, homies

Twist City's just a party with a light nine on me

(Interlude: Marvin Gaye)

Everybody thinks we're wrong.

Oh, but who are they to judge us?

Mother, mother