Rich Kidz - Grammy lyrics
rate me[Hook]
What you need a grammy,
Gotta feed my family
What you need a grammy
We got london on the track
I got dope, I got weed,
What you need a grammy
I got money, I got guap,
Gotta feed my family
I got bitches think they know me
They don’t understand me
When that money on me loose
Gotta rubberband me
I got dope, I got weed
What you need a grammy
I got money, I got guap,
Gotta feed my family
And these bitches think they know me
When that money on me loose
You gotta rubberband me
Call me will the man, I’ma spin his ass
He go ceiling fan if I’m really mad
If it’s bout that cash, get a bigger bag
My man’s ain’t trouble man, he the trigger man
These niggas gave Marvin and me,
Things just keep bothering me
And this money important to me
This bitch look foreign to me
And my nigga came starve in the streets
Say they might as well rob in the streets
They don't really wanna rob in the streets
So they might as well mob in the streets
Teach a nigga how to fight, have em bob and weavin' Niggas on strike got em dodging the people
See a nigga pull up at the light
In a million dollar car, get robbed in the rigo
Cause them rhine stones, not diamonds
You fake as hell and you pussy
One got told on, one rolled one
One made bail and you missin
[Hook]
I got dope, I got weed,
What you need a grammy
I got money, I got guap,
Gotta feed my family
I got bitches think they know me
They don’t understand me
When that money on me loose
Gotta rubberband me
I got dope, I got weed
What you need a grammy
I got money, I got guap,
Gotta feed my family
And these bitches think they know me
When that money on me loose
You gotta rubberband me
I got guap, but your guns for a creep
I’m so far at the top, I let my rubberbands speak
Don’t get robbed,
Too much money on me, you try me and my shooters
Let you hear your heart beat
I can stop, damn I know she gone eat
This money got me slobbin, too much hunnids on me
I got lots, I smoke kush zombie
I’m trippin in this room, I think I’m off a molly
Your bitch got, yeah your bitch on me
I told you in the door that she gone suck the family
I’m a god, she gone notice SD I fucked that bitch before, I might just fuck her family
[Hook]
I got dope, I got weed,
What you need a grammy
I got money, I got guap,
Gotta feed my family
I got bitches think they know me
They don’t understand me
When that money on me loose
Gotta rubberband me
I got dope, I got weed
What you need a grammy
I got money, I got guap,
Gotta feed my family
And these bitches think they know me
When that money on me loose
You gotta rubberband me
Rubberbands around the money
So the squad gonna need extra hour in the day
Cause I’m a hustler
Like wal-mart keep a couple costumers
Got run it up one way or another
Got siblings, a father and a mother
Depending on me, and a couple of my partners
With green y’all turn into goblins
My life on green no stoppin
I gotta feed the fam, like it’s dinner time
That skate life, all I know is grind
Like southern cali we gotta shine
Re ree, I see dollar signs, a lot of dollar signs
No hit, I got money on my mind
It’s gbe, and rke we on overgrind
And bitches think they know me, they don’t understand me
I’m ball out with my team and take care of the family
Rollinng up a grammy, thinking bout a grammy
We havin paper ...man them ratchets come in handy
[Hook]
I got dope, I got weed,
What you need a grammy
I got money, I got guap,
Gotta feed my family
I got bitches think they know me
They don’t understand me
When that money on me loose
Gotta rubberband me
I got dope, I got weed
What you need a grammy
I got money, I got guap,
Gotta feed my family
And these bitches think they know me
When that money on me loose
You gotta rubberband me.
Thanks to Minniie_Amorr for correcting these lyrics
