ScHoolBoy Q - Figg Get Da Money lyrics
rate me[ScHoolboy Q]The flow is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydraulicsI can't call it, I got the swerve like alco-, fuck that!Figg get the money, shooting dice, what they hitting for?Hookers out to sell their pussy, money trade for intercourseEvery corner, liquor store, laundromat, liquor storeLaundromat, liquor store, EBT accepted moreChurches 'cross from motels, Lord knows pussy sellsChurches 'cross from motels, Lord knows pussy sellsDomino's, Pizza HutsColt 45 cans, the old heads drunk enoughDollar after dollar on lottery, that shit be adding upSchizos from Vietnam, better yet, the drug era, that used to be a ball playerSee how things evolved laterFour Lokos for the young locos, niggas cashing my check for white teesDon't fuck with Melrose, just Metros-PCSsYou get the message, good investments in my direction[Chorus]Figg get the money, yeah {*4X*}Rain, sleet, snow, turn July to December, yeahFigg get the money, yeah {*6X*}Springtime, fall, turn summer to a winter, yeahFigg get the money, yeah {*2X*}[ScHoolboy Q]Uh, it's midnight, where the bitches at?See a hoe, pimp a hoe, put her on the trackPulled in the gas station, hiding from the white and blackThey gotta make a living, so they put us on our backBut why they gotta judge us when we do it back?Mickey D's and Burger King still make sure that my daughter fatClose the Christmas or November, best believe I got a jackBeen coming to this store for years, the cops come hound me bout a snackBut thanks Miss Han, Jackie Chan, Sake bombon any Catholic, differ-ant, Wolverine like MichiganHoover Street know what it beHanging in front of the laundromat till two or three, with like two or threeUh, everyone asleep, so shall we creep?Money to gain up in them streets, shall I preach upon this beat?Puffy ain't got shit on me, better yet this L.A. heatFigueroa, Figg Side, money block[Chorus 2X][ScHoolboy Q]Uh, Jehovah coming, let me close the blindsSo I can get high, nigga, free my mindWrite my niggas doing hella years past timeGardeners got it cracking, cracking at the crack of dawnIce cream truck stop for my mom, but me? He won't respondGotta read between the lines, best believe I'm off of crimeThis must be the longest line, where they cook it worse than swineLying on their letter sign, but hurry cause they close at nineBut Pisces got it jumping at the taco standRapping/wrapping on them corners AM-PM like the TalibanCamping out, your daddy selling money, he can understandBlizzard riding through the hood, junkies love the avalancheUh, homeless person gotta shuffle cansTake 'em up to the recycle bin, take his bread to the candymanBut still he eat, tell me if that ain't hustlingRain, sleet, snow, hail and uh, shit, uh, Hell[Chorus 2X]
