Grande Marshall - Dedicated lyrics
rate meDedicated 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
