Grande Marshall

Grande Marshall - Dedicated lyrics

rate me

Dedicated to the money,

Let’s go my nigga, let’s get it

I’mma cash out, it’s mine, I’ll spend it

Dedicated to the money

That’s word to my father

If you playing with my money, put you six feet under

My phone jumping, yeah, the money calling

If it ain’t about the money, I don’t want it

Dedicated to the money

Just tryina get my bread a little longer

‘Cause all this bullshit just made me stronger

Dedicated to the money

Lord, why they hating on me?

I thought the name of the game was to get this money

Say keep it real, well ain’t this what you wanted?

See, we could all do numbers but you niggas phony

Yeah, I heard the talking, homie

Look at who winning with me, why would you wanna oppose me?

As far as gangsters, you just drinking 40’s

Tires squealing and the wheel smoking

Mouths running but it’s always traffic

I see you shining you don’t see me lending

Block beater, doing damage

My money in it, got her frantic, got your baby getting pampered

Pedicures for dirty dances, all the laundry getting hampered

Stay rapped in plastic, hand in plaster, these niggas don’t have no standards

Make your grip you lose the handle, stacking I became a master

I run it on them rollers, heard you skating on the hills

New grill, baby face, how you feel? I got that whip appeal

Stay on my job and work them shifts

And pull off in that Eddie Griffin, pull forces on Detroit Pistons

Glory to the true and living

We play the block and run the zone, my niggas balling at the gym

Keep the NBA streak, be balling at my teams

I’m driving reckless, sitting proper, dressed like I got stock options

Money, trains, plains and copters,

Start my clock and who gonna stop us?

Dedicated to the money,

Let’s go my nigga, let’s get it

I’mma cash out, it’s mine, I’ll spend it

Dedicated to the money

That’s word to my father

If you playing with my money, put you six feet under

My phone jumping, yeah, the money calling

If it ain’t about the money, I don’t want it

Dedicated to the money

Just tryina get my bread a little longer

‘Cause all this bullshit just made me stronger

Dedicated to the money

Y’all know what I’m about, homie

Get down or lay down, homie

Pay up, pay now, homie

Give the head, get crowned, shorty

Y’all niggas don’t ride like I do

Hoods I land in, y’all fly through

Jaws on the low like I do

Strong arm to hold, she fine tuned

Lead the life of Riley, pet running team

Money come dirty, hands leave clean

Work with me, I be your tutor,

Speakers knock you back to the future

84 dreams, matte black colored nightmares

Smoke getting green, dropping ashes on my Nike Airs

Niggas wish they could rap like me

Wish I would rap like them

You got work, who hired you?

Couldn’t get a piss out the fireman

You a fuck, nigga, if I say so, kid around with the play dough

Fuck a thick broad with her brows arched

Throw eight in the juice, make apple sauce

Born to ball, never did caught it

Where I’m from it’s shoot to score

Nothing like a chick that could rap…

Wrap diesel, root for the Eagles, keep ‘em all on pins and needles

Speak, see, hear no evil, pimp shit to the cathedral

My weapon of choice is always lethal

Dedicated to the money,

Let’s go my nigga, let’s get it

I’mma cash out, it’s mine, I’ll spend it

Dedicated to the money

That’s word to my father

If you playing with my money, put you six feet under

Dedicated to the money

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