Triple Cross
(Dylvinci, got the clue)
Uh, uh
Uh, ayy
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Is you thinkin' bout' money?
What is you thinkin' about?
I need a hunnid percent
I need to know the amount
I'm finna' go on the road
These nigga been in a drought
Sippin' on drank, got like two, fours, like Eddie House
Lazy nigga, he don't want no money be on the couch
What you doin'? Baby slide through, I need you now
Pussy nigga, he cant fuck wit me, I won't allow
Goin' broke, that's the only thing to put me down
They can't stop me, they been hackin', ref I need a foul
I'm always wit my twin, like our name be Quill and Mal
They don't know how I get all this shit, they asking how?
Now why the fuck, would you think I'll show you how
I ain't puttin' no nigga on the sauce
Like I'm Kane and Undertaker, Ima show you who's the boss
Like a mafia nigga, I'll put u on a cross
And my pops caught a body, in 84', like Randy Moss
I ain't know how hard he was, yeah that nigga was a dog
And I'm still screaming "Fuck 12", "Fuck the law"
We don't fuck wit opps nigga, we just get em' dropped
We just pour some mud nigga, all up in the pop
I ain't count my money nigga, I just get a lot
If I say, "I love you", know that we is locked
Opp talkin' dumb, we goin' get him mopped
Shout out to my twins, yeah they is my heart
Uh, uh
Uh, ayy
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Is you thinkin' bout' money?
What is you thinkin' about?
I need a hunnid percent
I need to know the amount
I'm finna' go on the road
These nigga been in a drought
Sippin' on drank, got like two, fours, like Eddie House
Lazy nigga, he don't want no money be on the couch
What you doin'? Baby slide through, I need you now
Pussy nigga, he cant fuck wit me, I won't allow
Goin' broke, that's the only thing to put me down
They can't stop me, they been hackin', ref I need a foul
I'm always wit my twin, like our name be Quill and Mal
They don't know how I get all this shit, they asking how?
Now why the fuck, would you think I'll show you how
I ain't puttin' no nigga on the sauce
Like I'm Kane and Undertaker, Ima show you who's the boss
Like a mafia nigga, I'll put u on a cross
And my pops caught a body, in 84', like Randy Moss
I ain't know how hard he was, yeah that nigga was a dog
And I'm still screaming "Fuck 12", "Fuck the law"
We don't fuck wit opps nigga, we just get em' dropped
We just pour some mud nigga, all up in the pop
I ain't count my money nigga, I just get a lot
If I say, "I love you", know that we is locked
Opp talkin' dumb, we goin' get him mopped
Shout out to my twins, yeah they is my heart
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Writer(s): Phillip Ranson
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