Buttas On Songtext
von Liim

This is a New York summer
Everybody tuck ya umbrella it′s just the sun that we're under
All the hustlers wit that hot shi in they pocket
Got ya buttas on still and nobody could stop it
Word 2 god we getting money and it′s always the topic
Word 2 god and the prophets that we be countin the profit
Chopping up the hard work and get to stirring the chocolate
Home boy said the stove had him twitchin and boppin
Flick the sweat off
Shorty in my ear till I get off
It's hot night so I bop the ice cubes out
It's soundproof windows you can′t hear the shoot outs
I got max focus when I′m back stoking
CPR to my lap like it's choking
38 crack a smile when I′m not joking
Shorty looks like money while she gun Toting
And niggas want beef like it's strogan
This is a New York summer
Everybody tuck ya umbrella it′s just the sun that we're under
All the hustlers wit that hot shi in they pocket


Got ya buttas on still and nobody could stop it
Word 2 god we getting money and it′s always the topic
Word 2 god and the prophets that we be countin the profit
Chopping up the hard work and get to stirring the chocolate
Home boy said the stove had him twitchin and boppin
On topic
I might dub that flight to tropics
I think I'm coming back to the projects
I ain't sayin I′m stayin I′m just visiting
Niggas get a lil feverish when you're glistening
Im not listening
The pots pissing in
All because they understand what a nigga vision is
I done popped some rubber bands for a living bitch
Is this the same nigga that made another chance
This is a New York summer
Everybody tuck ya umbrella it′s just the sun that we're under
All the hustlers wit that hot shi in they pocket
Got ya buttas on still and nobody could stop it
Word 2 god we getting money and it′s always the topic
Word 2 god and the prophets that we be countin the profit
Chopping up the hard work and get to stirring the chocolate
Home boy said the stove had him twitchin and boppin