STREETZ & YOUNG DEUCES - Money On Deck (Money Marathon) lyrics

rate me

I got hustle

Shots Lift ya Chest Cavities with no muscle

Pitbull, Rockwilderd no muzzle

Bitches don't drink my kids they guzzle

Gem star, A-R turn ya Puzzle

Arm over their, Leg over their

Nigga be ware

I'm a beast on the loose, I need a stray jacket

I'm insane in da coupe, I switch lanes poof

No where to be found, you know I gets down

These other niggaz frontin they ain't runnin the town

Outside of the Milly you's a nobody

Jump stupid and you get bodied, that's for anybody

Duck down when the hammer spit

Black fur got a nigga feelin panda-ish

Pose for the cam-e-ras, I'm a star

You lookin for the best nigga yea we are (ha ha)

Money On Deck (Check), Money On Deck (Check)

Money On Deck (Check), Money On Deck

I need all dat guap, All dat Money

If you ain't bout paper you can fall back dummy

I got

Heart of a lion, buily like an ape, face of a refugee

They put me in da game, winded, with no referee

And since a lot of niggaz stressin me

I'm a fight till I'm gone, I'm a give em all what's left of me

I rep da Brew, nigga city I love

I stay bent, blowin sticky what you expect I'm a thug

I came straight from the crack of the slumz

When you talk about the greatest out the milly nigga I am the one, one

You see the pain in m eyes from past crisis

I don't wana talk or cry so I writes it

Young boy, hustle, survive in five vices

A rebel with a cause, I'm twisted so I fights it

I like it, Mikey, who he might be

Killain da booth where da mic be

You need geikee, geico, psycho

Deuces be dat nigga on point like a rifle

We gettin Money over here and shit over dere

E'ry body put cha fuckin hands in dere

We got (Money on Deck) got (Money On Deck)

Got (Money On Deck) Got (Money On Deck)