38 Spesh - Eye On Money lyrics
[38 Spesh - Eye On Money lyrics]
Huh
Trust
(Heatmakerz, crack music)
Yeah
Huh
Huh
Ayo, I don't care who you shot
Or the views you got
Could care less 'bout your YouTube spot
Nigga, we don't even use new Glocks
Where I came from, with the same gun, had to shoot two opps
I ain't givin' no loot to thots
No more, you pay to play like the old school jukebox
See, my man came through to cop
And I gave him a bird on the front like a Froot Loop box
Huh, I am who you not
Y'all niggas throw leg shots, we the ones who shoot tops
I'm like Ace, same plug Lulu got
My low place is in my Honolulu spot
Inspired to be the new 2Pac
Nigga, not off rap, I wanna be the cat who shoot cops
Fast car when I move through blocks
Got a bird stashed behind the door like a cuckoo clock, trust
Huh, a drug dealer was my first friend
You think I'm bad now, I was worse then
Thinkin' back when I made my first ten
Surprised I ain't ride in a hearse then
Hand on my gun, eye on my money
Hand on my gun, eye on my money
Hand on my gun, eye on my money
You gon' die if you try somethin' funny, nigga
Ayo, this for my body catchers and my bread snatchers
Fully automatic lead clappers
Man, I'm nice as the dead rappers
I got head last night on a flight while eating rice and red snapper
I refuse to let the feds catch us
Y'all niggas gossipin' about shit that you wouldn't dare ask us
Used to sleep on air mattress
Now my bedspreads cost more than a pair of Cartier glasses
Huh, now who get there fastest?
Do nothin' half-assed, got gas masks for tear gasses
What I spent last year on taxes outrageous
They got access to my account statements
See, that street shit is outdated
I really played it, was only fourteen when I got the house raided
Huh, things gon' balance out, ain't it?
Bricks on the scale, but my talent outweighed it
She open up bags when I'm out shavin'
If I hustled out of the pad, then I had to help with the house payments
I was good when the drought came in
I had enough snow stashed to make the roof on the house cave in
Huh, a drug dealer was my first friend
You think I'm bad now, I was worse then
Thinkin' back when I made my first ten
Surprised I ain't ride in a hearse then
Hand on my gun, eye on my money
Hand on my gun, eye on my money
Hand on my gun, eye on my money
You gon' die if you try somethin' funny, nigga
Trust
(Heatmakerz, crack music)
Yeah
Huh
Huh
Ayo, I don't care who you shot
Or the views you got
Could care less 'bout your YouTube spot
Nigga, we don't even use new Glocks
Where I came from, with the same gun, had to shoot two opps
I ain't givin' no loot to thots
No more, you pay to play like the old school jukebox
See, my man came through to cop
And I gave him a bird on the front like a Froot Loop box
Huh, I am who you not
Y'all niggas throw leg shots, we the ones who shoot tops
I'm like Ace, same plug Lulu got
My low place is in my Honolulu spot
Inspired to be the new 2Pac
Nigga, not off rap, I wanna be the cat who shoot cops
Fast car when I move through blocks
Got a bird stashed behind the door like a cuckoo clock, trust
Huh, a drug dealer was my first friend
You think I'm bad now, I was worse then
Thinkin' back when I made my first ten
Surprised I ain't ride in a hearse then
Hand on my gun, eye on my money
Hand on my gun, eye on my money
Hand on my gun, eye on my money
You gon' die if you try somethin' funny, nigga
Ayo, this for my body catchers and my bread snatchers
Fully automatic lead clappers
Man, I'm nice as the dead rappers
I got head last night on a flight while eating rice and red snapper
I refuse to let the feds catch us
Y'all niggas gossipin' about shit that you wouldn't dare ask us
Used to sleep on air mattress
Now my bedspreads cost more than a pair of Cartier glasses
Huh, now who get there fastest?
Do nothin' half-assed, got gas masks for tear gasses
What I spent last year on taxes outrageous
They got access to my account statements
See, that street shit is outdated
I really played it, was only fourteen when I got the house raided
Huh, things gon' balance out, ain't it?
Bricks on the scale, but my talent outweighed it
She open up bags when I'm out shavin'
If I hustled out of the pad, then I had to help with the house payments
I was good when the drought came in
I had enough snow stashed to make the roof on the house cave in
Huh, a drug dealer was my first friend
You think I'm bad now, I was worse then
Thinkin' back when I made my first ten
Surprised I ain't ride in a hearse then
Hand on my gun, eye on my money
Hand on my gun, eye on my money
Hand on my gun, eye on my money
You gon' die if you try somethin' funny, nigga