TONE DEF CLICC - Meal Ticket lyrics

rate me

(Don't wanna be stumblin baby)

[Intro/Chorus:]

This is for them hustlers scufflin for them ends

tryin ta get a mill, (fancy cars) and a house on the hill

[repeat]

[Verse 1:]

I dwells in the city, a bank is where ya bound to suffer

Lifestyle filled with hoodsters, players and hustlers

Busters wanna shut me down, I suppose

cos I'm makin cash flow as my ghetto life dispose

I gets my hustle on from dust to dawn, Perignon

(Damn, how my life transformed like Voltron!)

Chargin like Natron by any means

These collard greens is goin quicker than the forests are evergreen

Now one-time tryin ta shut me down cos I'm on a

mission makin ends in my Benz bendin corners

Fools be Coupe deVille yet still I stay real wit mine

If the 10 reaches dome, so long! So catch me next time

So, wordly rhymes they been kind to me

Hoes lie to me, make me try to be what they not, see

I'm gonna call you Wimpy (Can I please bawl, word?)

A dollar a day and ya gladly pay me back tomorrow

Hell no! I feel no sorrow, I scuffle to get this mill

I've excelled, grab a grip, need no chip for this packed 10

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]

Triple beam, 30 schemes and crack fiends

got me to the point where I can make my 6-4 lean

Hard times got me bussin cheques that ain't mine

I got good credit but like I said it ain't mine

I'm stressed out and I need paper therapy

I'm sick and tired of family and friends takin care of me

I'm on a one-way ticket to lavish homes and cars

Do anything to make a mill and be a ghetto star

Well what'd make you laugh or make you cry?

Where things that come faster

live it last and the weak'll surely die

Multiply life times death, what's left?

A big house on the hill and I can feel this best quest

As Uncle Sam ain't the man he supposed to be

we out here gettin lynched while most niggas baggin groceries

Most of these wannabe's get they meal ticket

Claimin they from hoods

it's still too good but they don't still kick it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Livin the lifestyles of the po' and lonely

only takes my mind to mould to make a grip of money

Funny how time flies when you ain't broke

Gotta gets me a mill cos I feel I can't cope, though

I'm down and out in the S-C, less C

Gimme a biz and then get rid of Betsy

I know the whole world on first name basis

But still I get ignored by friends in high places

The chase is on, I gots ta get paid

I'm special like ed. so you can say I got it made

My flows got it buggin, don't mess with my Clicc man

Snap lyrics like a picture, make em say Dougie's a sick man

Hustle every day that's the way that I was brought up

Gotta make more chips than Ruffles, scuffle, sneaky plan thought up

Caught up wit Tone Def, not Fargo, or will I wells

Landcruiser, swimmin pools and watchin my pockets swell

Dosha all the time, all about that money money moneyyyyyy!!!

Wit a top-notch crew now all my jokes is funny