MONEY-MAKING
Yeah
Triple
To tha
Mothafuckin' C
Yeah, I don't know, no
Nah, you don't fucking know
We steady making money, ugh?
We steady making money, what?
We steady making money, huh?
We steady making money, what?
We steady getting paid, huh
We steady getting paid, huh
We steady making money, huh?
We steady making money, huh?
Getting bread, know me, homie
How I spit led
When it comes through
W
Trouble you
'Cause I'm about my W stacks
Yeah, I'm 'bout my facts
You know how I put it every time on a track
Be clean
Know what I mean
'Cause I stacked, on the lean, fuck it
Super, supreme
When I come
With the diamond
On my back
And now you know that
Stay-strap boy
Hit you with that click-clack
Real quick
Prrrraat
Homie, yeah, you a snitch
You's a bitch
'Cause you know
I'm on my grip on my stack
And my chips, boy
You's a flap, while I'm on that flip, boy
Fuck around with the real McCoy
'Cause I play with the big toys
I don't think
You wanna play with a G from West LA?
'Cause I'm making hits
Making platinum tracks
Know me, homie
How I do, stating facts
Hay muchas formas de hacer plata
Algunas son caras, otras son baratas
Me levanto a la mañana y pienso
Cómo voy a hacer dinero?
Me siento en el carro y me suena el phone
Dinero a lo loco, por mail y por call
Un llamado, un saludo, una visita a tu cliente
Y todos te tratan como si fueras gente
Sos importante, tenés un buen trabajo
Y te dan el volante
Sos el capitán de un barco
Que no se hunda
Que no se pudra
Por favor
Cambiemos el flow
The flow, the style - is raw
How we do it, boy?
You can go from the bottom to the top
And we ball
That's all we know, homie
'Cause we do take it all if it comes in my way, yeah
It be the new wave, when we coming - boy, we spray
Nothin' but the hits
I'm talking 'bout the tricks
That we play on
Like magicians
Boy you know, this spittin
As this is not written, coming from the top da mental
And I don't give a fuck
All I need is this instrumental
To flow through my blood
And I show you the life of a thug
Through my mind
And I stay high as fuck
Fuck it
Roll another blunt (roll another blunt)
'Cause I touched down on the 4th down
Homie, punk, you's a chump
Yeah, blowing on that big
By the mother fucking ton
'Cause I get it on the front
Triple
To tha
Mothafuckin' C
Yeah, I don't know, no
Nah, you don't fucking know
We steady making money, ugh?
We steady making money, what?
We steady making money, huh?
We steady making money, what?
We steady getting paid, huh
We steady getting paid, huh
We steady making money, huh?
We steady making money, huh?
Getting bread, know me, homie
How I spit led
When it comes through
W
Trouble you
'Cause I'm about my W stacks
Yeah, I'm 'bout my facts
You know how I put it every time on a track
Be clean
Know what I mean
'Cause I stacked, on the lean, fuck it
Super, supreme
When I come
With the diamond
On my back
And now you know that
Stay-strap boy
Hit you with that click-clack
Real quick
Prrrraat
Homie, yeah, you a snitch
You's a bitch
'Cause you know
I'm on my grip on my stack
And my chips, boy
You's a flap, while I'm on that flip, boy
Fuck around with the real McCoy
'Cause I play with the big toys
I don't think
You wanna play with a G from West LA?
'Cause I'm making hits
Making platinum tracks
Know me, homie
How I do, stating facts
Hay muchas formas de hacer plata
Algunas son caras, otras son baratas
Me levanto a la mañana y pienso
Cómo voy a hacer dinero?
Me siento en el carro y me suena el phone
Dinero a lo loco, por mail y por call
Un llamado, un saludo, una visita a tu cliente
Y todos te tratan como si fueras gente
Sos importante, tenés un buen trabajo
Y te dan el volante
Sos el capitán de un barco
Que no se hunda
Que no se pudra
Por favor
Cambiemos el flow
The flow, the style - is raw
How we do it, boy?
You can go from the bottom to the top
And we ball
That's all we know, homie
'Cause we do take it all if it comes in my way, yeah
It be the new wave, when we coming - boy, we spray
Nothin' but the hits
I'm talking 'bout the tricks
That we play on
Like magicians
Boy you know, this spittin
As this is not written, coming from the top da mental
And I don't give a fuck
All I need is this instrumental
To flow through my blood
And I show you the life of a thug
Through my mind
And I stay high as fuck
Fuck it
Roll another blunt (roll another blunt)
'Cause I touched down on the 4th down
Homie, punk, you's a chump
Yeah, blowing on that big
By the mother fucking ton
'Cause I get it on the front
Credits
Writer(s): Juan Perez Moreno, David Amaya
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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