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Do or Die - Money Flow lyrics
Featuring Tung Twista] Now for some typical reason I'm rollin up some hoes and pattin my back seat hah My pimpin lyrical tactics is like a dirty kid flippin on a mattress Now flex this Verse One: Tung Twista Now I just be On the front porch with a torch ready to scorch two women peepin me cause really I'm gone In the zone they havin thoughts of freakin me keepin me company bumpin me for the privacy I'm on They can see I'm a cool muhfucka kickin the petty down with a tango on my razor fade Peanut butter complexion to silly processions of bitties a fifty sack got some reefers and a razor blade Like a game of Spades, crack the bullshit these days was made for me to devise strictly games that paid Women freakin me greedy lickin me doin body graffiti throwin they panties up on the stage, are you up on the age? Two players in the Chi, you're thinkin Do Or Die you and I can be naked cause I'm the love that you've been thinkin of The style of flow is a vocal calico to show you with the mic I be speakin love, what's the words, weak and numb Go to my crib, no need to bring a mask and glock try not to pass the block, gettin more hot than the astronauts sippin After Shock I ball cause I see you all on Rap-a-Lot let's get parley and then crack the spot Plenty Henny for my crew and I ain't even broke up half a knot Keep on holdin me while I roll to be we can smoke or ride and you can play with me to keep the passion hot Don't you know how the money flow Chorus: Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how the money flow Verse Two: Belo Mmmm, now they peep a brother Rolex Try and get race car, heavy on the skin tech Money clean like Windex givin up the ave like a brother gonna pass, but the hoe check Hoe flex I'm on the avenue, lay it back sip a half a brew So I see if I can have a fruit a peep show like the hoe when she thinkin bout me havin you She laughin too, and pass a few, beads around Smokin trees till the leaves come down She be clothed ain't a skeezer now, show em the paper that be caught up at your crib with your pantses down But money maker want a triple take Look at the nigga with the endless dividends of heavyweight See him ridin in the C-A, D-I, double-L, A-C always checkin paper in tall ways Pull em off the sprawlways Herd a couple hoes in clothes and I'm supposed to be all day Parley parley, dog that's how the money flow Chorus: Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O Don't you know Verse Three: AK-47 Bend the block with the indo, blowin out my window Rolex on my side do', lean back in the slow flow Gettin paid as the night go I see some fly hoe, tell me where you crib at Where's the place that you live at? Hit you on the phone till you be all alone so we can get it on baby just kick back Swiggin brews and Perrier Thick chick with a booty like a plizayer do AK (to where) to the pen And to tell all my niggaz to keep it strong They ain't got long (to what) to see where the niggaz is kick it where a nigga kick it Go where I go Cadillac to the show Po Pimp fuck the dough hit the stage and become wicked Get the money and ride out, go back to the hideout Take a woman to the bed and spread them thighs out I'ma pull my surprise out Then my boys was flyin out, but two girls were chasin Deep in Chicago, been doin this since the nine-oh Comin up put a number on fryin hoes Let the money flow Chorus: Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O Verse Four: Nard Now for some typical reason I'm rollin up with a hoe and I'm pattin my back seat I pimp lyrical tactics like a dirty kid flippin on a mat never could I come flexless, when I wreck shit Then be dip through the Chi and enjoy my Lexus Better blow when you bob your head, to the fed shit Why you waitin for the next kid, motherfucker makin money just wanted to take a little get the dick wet Get my girl in bed Spend my money in the Southern, motherfuckers that's thuggerin, but I'ma come from the heart for start to stop all the niggaz the bigger the trigger the larger the dividends Pimpin and paperin leavin sugar in Till money flow like a dreamland But really though, could you tell me how the money flow? Chorus: Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O |
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