Scotty ATL - Money On The Line lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Money on the line, we get it... we get it

Money on the line, we get it... we get it

(Verse)

I ain't playin' out with mr. niceguy

Heard I don't belong, I'mma push back

Woah, what's a nigga outta line leanin'?

Hoes and a nigga like fishnet

Came from the bottom of the drill

Like Key!, I'm pyrol band

I'mma fuck a nigga stand in my way

If ya want, I'm a freight train

Bring an 8 gang, call my clique

Out here, no way, no wait game

I been chillin' on some cool shit

Time fo' a nigga hit the roof shit

Niggas still riddin' to my old tape

Wait till these niggas hear my new shit

Money on my line, lemme answer that

Say the came fine, where the ____(?) at?

Bunch of _______(?!) hit the sky, I can see 'em

I'm the savior of the time fo' this rap shit, mane

I'm like dope to the game in the late 80's

One night stand on baked lady

Hit the bizz, let 'er sing falsetto

A-Town freak boy, Mick Grady

Green on my line like hold on, lemme catch this

I'mma hit ya back in a minute

I'mma knee deep in it to the raw shit

Put a nigga on, let 'im eat

Let a young nigga pree, like hold up

(Hook x2)

Money on the line, lemme answer that (hello!)

Money on the line, lemme answer that ('sup!)

Money on the line, lemme answer that (hold up!)

Money on the line (hey!)

(Verse 2)

I don't wanna be around a fuck nigga

Fuck how ya feel, I'm just doin' me

Nigga be caught in a chill, like

Why ya give a damn if ya scorn me?

Money on my mind, all I think about

Gettin' to the check and my people got gwop

Ain't no betta feelin', these niggas so holly

But what me say, nigga? We keep it 100

And no new friends, I remember that

Shout out to Drake, I was feelin' that

Bitch a light plea, call none' 'em left(?!)

Sniper on the roof, boy ya killin' that

Pour a lil lean fo' the niggas that I lost

On the grind, on the way, on the journey to the fortress

Put my phone in my pocket, beep beep, callin' in

Made a friend, entered the board

Make a play like Jordan

Y'all ain't even gotta have more sense than that

Jealous, holla boy(?!), I can send that

Get a frame fo' 'em, made appreciated

I ain't seen a muthafucka seen that

Green on my line like hold on, lemme catch this

I'mma hit ya back in a minute

I'mma knee deep in it to the raw shit

Put a nigga on, let 'im eat

Let a young nigga pree, like hold up

(Hook x2)