What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government? Pots with cocaine residue, everyday I'm hustlin' My homeboy just domed a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him Santa Claus don't miss them stockings, liquor spilling pistols poppingīaking soda YOLA whipping, ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving
Imagine Rock up in the projects where them niggas pick your pockets Hit the brakes, when they on patrol? No way Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirtin'īe the last one out to get this dough? No way He said one day I'd be on tour, ya bish īut I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin' Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel Ī dollar might, just fuck your main bitch that's just how I feel Ī dollar might, say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how I feel Ī dollar might, just make that lane switch that's just how I feel Ī dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich that's just how I feel Through canals and alleyways, just to say You looking like an easy come up, ya bishĪ silver spoon I know you come from, ya bishĪnd that's a lifestyle that we never knewīut the one in front of the gun lives foreverĪnd I been hustlin' all day, this a way, that a way Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs Parked the car then we start rhyming, ya bish I fucked Sherane then went to tell my bros Hit this house lick tell me is you with it, ya bishįrom nine to five I know its vacant, ya bish Just bring the car back.Song Lyrics Me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish
Girl, Girl, I want your body, I want your body, cause of that big ol’ fat ass.ĭ’s Mom: See he high as hell, and he ain’t even tripping off them damn dominoes anymore. K’s Dad: Girl, Girl, I want your body, I want your body, cause of that big ol’ fat ass. This man, on one, he feeling good as a mother fuc***. Look, shit, shit, I just wanna get out the house man.
I figured you weren’t gonna be back here on time anyways. K’s Mom: Kendrick, just bring my car back man. In the streets with a heater under my dungareesĭreams of me getting shaded under a money tree Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is If they do, tell the truth, this the last time you might see my assįrom the gardens where the grass ain't cut, them serpents lurking, bloodīitches selling pu***, niggas selling drugs but it's all goodīroken promises, steal your watch and tell you what time it is Got that drum and got them bands just like a parade, bitchĭrop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don't see my stash Gotta provide for my daughter n'em, get the f*** up out my way, bitch What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government Pots with cocaine residue, everyday I'm hustling My homeboy just domed a ni***, I just hope the Lord forgive him Hit the brakes, when they on patrol, no way Hit the streets, then we break the code, no way Love one of you bucket headed hoes, no way Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirtingīe the last one out to get this dough, no way Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feelĪ dollar might just f*** your main bitch that's just how I feelĪ dollar might say f*** them niggas that you came with that's just how I feelĪ dollar might just make that lane switch that's just how I feelĪ dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how I feelīut I'mma purchase when that day is jerking You looking like an easy come up, ya bishĪ silver spoon I know you come from, ya bishĪnd that's a lifestyle that we never knewīut the one in front of the gun lives foreverĪnd I been hustling all day, this a way, that a way Park the car then we start rhyming, ya bish I fuc*** Sherane then went to tell my bros Hit the house lick tell me is you with it, ya bishįrom nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish Me and my niggas trying to get it, ya bish