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von Kidd Kidd
FOR Nutin Songtext
Why you in the club when you ain′t got no money?
Man that shit funny, get out the trap, you know you ain't hustlin′
Stop all that stuntin'
I'm stackin′ dough at the top till it rock
I′m whippin' coke in the pot till it lock
Tupac, flip the bird at the cop, if I get locked
I′m bondin' right out
I flip the O at the spot, she a thot
Sendin′ shots at the opp till they drop
Miami met the load at the dock
Afterparty, had to live on a yacht
How you livin'?
Spent a house on a watch
Top drop, I ain′t too hard to spot
Give a fuck if you like it or not
From New Orleans, man, you know how we rock
Law gone and I'm seein' the hate
But I bet you when shit hit, they gon′ stop
It all change when that heat in your face
Then get out the kitchen if it′s too hot
Bustin' in a couple of DM′s, oh well
Blew a bag on Celine and Chanel
Know my people out there catchin' hell
They ain′t wanna see a nigga prevail
No help, had to get it myself
That fake ice, you wearing, ain't gonna melt
Keep it G, love my shoes and my belt
FYL, fuck how you feel
Why you in the club when you ain′t got no money?
Man that shit funny, say you my dawg
Niggas be lyin' for nothin'
You in the trap and ain′t even hustlin′
Stop all that stuntin', say you be ballin′
I know you bummin', you ain′t got chain for a hunnid
I been standin' out the way
Countin′ up this cake, pilin' up the safe
They used to laugh when I was broke
Now a nigga up, what they gon' say?
See my child every day, smile on his face
Show you that I′m straight
Keep a nine on my waist
Ride with the K, make sure I′m safe
Everybody with you when you win till you fail
Ain't nobody pick me up when I fell
Ridin′ round with a gat and a scale
Twenty bands by mines for bail
Listen up, got a story to tell
Niggas cap, they be tellin' them tales
I don′t rap, so I'm cuttin′ they tail
You ain't know nothin' if you ain′t near
Dawg in the feds, I know you fed up
I just hope he up in there with his head up
Gotta stack crumbs till you get bread up
People only gonna do what you let them
Trap house jumpin′ like it's Coachella
Jump fly, I don′t dress for the weather
Do you, bitch, I'm doin′ better
Won't smoke, cause we bringin′ that pressure
Ain't no picks, nigga, hittin' whoever
Drop a location, we on the scene
Got they head up, takin′ the lead
Gettin′ off work, takin' a leave
First come, nigga, takin′ the lead
Nothin' but that Mazant up in me
Drumsticks, it′s a whole jamboree
Tanks out like a masterpiece
Amped up, be an amputee
Dress casual for casualty
Better not leave the club after me
I'm gettin′ money, I don't have to speak
How these hoes cuttin' up?
Bein′ stuck up, somethin′ that I have to be
You in the club and they got no money
Man, that shit funny
You in the trap and they ain't even hustlin′
Stop all that stuntin', say you my dawg
Keep it 100, niggas be lyin′ for nothin'
You say you ballin′, I know you bummin'
You ain't got chain for a hunnid
Man that shit funny, get out the trap, you know you ain't hustlin′
Stop all that stuntin'
I'm stackin′ dough at the top till it rock
I′m whippin' coke in the pot till it lock
Tupac, flip the bird at the cop, if I get locked
I′m bondin' right out
I flip the O at the spot, she a thot
Sendin′ shots at the opp till they drop
Miami met the load at the dock
Afterparty, had to live on a yacht
How you livin'?
Spent a house on a watch
Top drop, I ain′t too hard to spot
Give a fuck if you like it or not
From New Orleans, man, you know how we rock
Law gone and I'm seein' the hate
But I bet you when shit hit, they gon′ stop
It all change when that heat in your face
Then get out the kitchen if it′s too hot
Bustin' in a couple of DM′s, oh well
Blew a bag on Celine and Chanel
Know my people out there catchin' hell
They ain′t wanna see a nigga prevail
No help, had to get it myself
That fake ice, you wearing, ain't gonna melt
Keep it G, love my shoes and my belt
FYL, fuck how you feel
Why you in the club when you ain′t got no money?
Man that shit funny, say you my dawg
Niggas be lyin' for nothin'
You in the trap and ain′t even hustlin′
Stop all that stuntin', say you be ballin′
I know you bummin', you ain′t got chain for a hunnid
I been standin' out the way
Countin′ up this cake, pilin' up the safe
They used to laugh when I was broke
Now a nigga up, what they gon' say?
See my child every day, smile on his face
Show you that I′m straight
Keep a nine on my waist
Ride with the K, make sure I′m safe
Everybody with you when you win till you fail
Ain't nobody pick me up when I fell
Ridin′ round with a gat and a scale
Twenty bands by mines for bail
Listen up, got a story to tell
Niggas cap, they be tellin' them tales
I don′t rap, so I'm cuttin′ they tail
You ain't know nothin' if you ain′t near
Dawg in the feds, I know you fed up
I just hope he up in there with his head up
Gotta stack crumbs till you get bread up
People only gonna do what you let them
Trap house jumpin′ like it's Coachella
Jump fly, I don′t dress for the weather
Do you, bitch, I'm doin′ better
Won't smoke, cause we bringin′ that pressure
Ain't no picks, nigga, hittin' whoever
Drop a location, we on the scene
Got they head up, takin′ the lead
Gettin′ off work, takin' a leave
First come, nigga, takin′ the lead
Nothin' but that Mazant up in me
Drumsticks, it′s a whole jamboree
Tanks out like a masterpiece
Amped up, be an amputee
Dress casual for casualty
Better not leave the club after me
I'm gettin′ money, I don't have to speak
How these hoes cuttin' up?
Bein′ stuck up, somethin′ that I have to be
You in the club and they got no money
Man, that shit funny
You in the trap and they ain't even hustlin′
Stop all that stuntin', say you my dawg
Keep it 100, niggas be lyin′ for nothin'
You say you ballin′, I know you bummin'
You ain't got chain for a hunnid
Writer(s): Curtis Stewart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
