40 Below
My neck on... froze
It's 40 below
Head straight to the money I get it and go
Now I'm on the... road
To count up the hunnits the singles I throw
Cuz I'm gettin... more huh
Lock and load huh
Ready... go
I turn to a chef I'm a baker
Whip up the sauce it's amazing
Turn up the heat on the stove top
If you want smoke then I'm blazing
Flex with the bands like a workout
I'm smoking on every occasion
She on her knees with her tongue out
I gave her a standing ovation
I gave her a standing ovation
I gave her a standing ovation
Killing her softly can't get her off me she said the dick was amazing
Do nigga foul like a flagrant
I got my gains putting pain in
Stackin em like yellow pages
Whole lotta green and blue faces
Like JG Wentworth I need it now cuz nigga I'm losing my patience
Seepin em up like Maintenance
But really I'm head of the nation
Imma take off like a rocket
Straight to the moon in a spaceship
Nigga u broke betta stop it
Don't you be late for that day shift
I told you I'm not one to play with
Roll up the dope imma light it and face it
Just brought a chain now I need a new bracelet
Just brought a new chain n I need a new bracelet
Whole lotta bands and I kno that they hate it
Toss me me a jab imma throw a haymaker
Money on money I call it a facelift
Money on money I call it a face lift
My neck on... froze
It's 40 below
Head straight to the money I get it and go
Now I'm on the... road
To count up the hunnits the singles I throw
Cuz I'm gettin more huh
Lock & load huh
Ready go
Carry two 22's cuz the easy to tuck
Light on the boom but I'll give you a buck
When I start shooting the geese better duck
Blood spat on the walls cuz we wettin him up
Yea we wet em up don't go pressing ya luck
Toe tag a nigga then we zip em up
Shooting like Kobe 2-4 in the clutch
Go Gilbert Arenus how Im giving it up
Huh
All of the static just boost my adrenaline
If he still make a move he get hit again
Might stamp a print on ya face from the Timberlands
Spit on ya grave leaving evidence
All of that talking is clearly irrelevant
Lord knows I'm a sinner that's heaven sent
Yak In my drink and I smoke on the medicine
If you want the smoke come and get it than
It's 40 below
Head straight to the money I get it and go
Now I'm on the... road
To count up the hunnits the singles I throw
Cuz I'm gettin... more huh
Lock and load huh
Ready... go
I turn to a chef I'm a baker
Whip up the sauce it's amazing
Turn up the heat on the stove top
If you want smoke then I'm blazing
Flex with the bands like a workout
I'm smoking on every occasion
She on her knees with her tongue out
I gave her a standing ovation
I gave her a standing ovation
I gave her a standing ovation
Killing her softly can't get her off me she said the dick was amazing
Do nigga foul like a flagrant
I got my gains putting pain in
Stackin em like yellow pages
Whole lotta green and blue faces
Like JG Wentworth I need it now cuz nigga I'm losing my patience
Seepin em up like Maintenance
But really I'm head of the nation
Imma take off like a rocket
Straight to the moon in a spaceship
Nigga u broke betta stop it
Don't you be late for that day shift
I told you I'm not one to play with
Roll up the dope imma light it and face it
Just brought a chain now I need a new bracelet
Just brought a new chain n I need a new bracelet
Whole lotta bands and I kno that they hate it
Toss me me a jab imma throw a haymaker
Money on money I call it a facelift
Money on money I call it a face lift
My neck on... froze
It's 40 below
Head straight to the money I get it and go
Now I'm on the... road
To count up the hunnits the singles I throw
Cuz I'm gettin more huh
Lock & load huh
Ready go
Carry two 22's cuz the easy to tuck
Light on the boom but I'll give you a buck
When I start shooting the geese better duck
Blood spat on the walls cuz we wettin him up
Yea we wet em up don't go pressing ya luck
Toe tag a nigga then we zip em up
Shooting like Kobe 2-4 in the clutch
Go Gilbert Arenus how Im giving it up
Huh
All of the static just boost my adrenaline
If he still make a move he get hit again
Might stamp a print on ya face from the Timberlands
Spit on ya grave leaving evidence
All of that talking is clearly irrelevant
Lord knows I'm a sinner that's heaven sent
Yak In my drink and I smoke on the medicine
If you want the smoke come and get it than
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Writer(s): Alonzo Whidbee Jr
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