GRIMM - Money lyrics

rate me

I gots to get

My money, my scrilla, my scratch, my cash flow

I'm straight to the front

Fuck the back door

Player with the blunt, stuck in mack mode

Lady on my lump, what's up with that hoe

She wacko

Don't fuck with my stack, though

If it do, catch a few in the back bone

Get ya key to the crew from the capo

Mack mode to jack mode, blastin' ya cast, though

Put my guns in my fun

Pullin' all the stunts

Movin' all the tons, we the ones

Went from crumbs in the slums

Living in a dung'

Now I'm doin' lunch like a trump

Once

Was a man so, broke

Had no hope, and that's no, joke

Crunk

Since my hands hold dope

The can so cold, the man don't know

Don't stand so close to me

Now I got the FEDs all over me, someone said that

You can hear them tell police, that I hold the things

And I'm foldin' these and I mold the C's

You making me

All the money I can burn

Gotta get that money, honey

Gotta get that feri, baby

You making me

All the money I can burn

Gotta get that money, honey

Gotta get that feri, baby

I want the bomb and the blow money

To show money

Your money

Take ya granny and ya hoe's money

No dummy

When it come to the pimp juice

That Baby Bash, mayne, all about my issue

Ain't no love

Ain't no heart

Times stops when I gotta pull these nigga's whole cards

Cause the game fucked up, mayne

Think about it

Look at all these faggots, talkin' 'bout "Been 'bout it, mayne" (Faggots)

Shut that shit down, and have

My bread

Fore the nigga go nuts, and have, your head

I keep stashes

Up under my mattress

Straight sapped out, man, dawg, I got to have this

On one

Ruler tip for my chippers

Lord Of The Rings, I'm a king of the zippers

On one

Held both for sale

Others got yale

But I got clientele

Now if you come down swangin' some big on chrome

I told my woman, she better get my dough

Ain't a lazy little hoe, she a hell of a broad

That bird ain't scurred to take a federal charge

Using fraud credit cards to loan a tailor store

She the one that be moving all of my weight up north

When I met her, I told her what I was all about

That girl got on the grind, I'm a baller, now

I'm in love with my money, and I don't think it's gon' change

Got my trunk on pop, while I'm swangin' on blades

You know I say, "I'm out the H-Town"

Where we swang, ride and we say, "Drank that"

Blazin' on the pie with my bitch on the track

Where the money at, let me get that stack

I'm a pimp to the bone, I'm a bonafide player

Lucky Luciano foldin' up big paper