9th Wonder, Buckshot, Rapsody - Shorty Left lyrics
[9th Wonder, Buckshot, Rapsody - Shorty Left lyrics]
I’m out for my dough
Cause I ain’t doing what you said
I’m out for my dough
Cause I ain’t doing what you said
Spread rumors like butter on the bread
I’m out for my dough
Cause I ain’t doing what you said
This is my life my L-IF-E
I ain’t leave my wife, my wife left me
I was on my grind G-R-IN-D
She said she heard of labels
But mines was indie
What that mean? That mean everything all mine
And the check’s all good
But it’s not all the time
I’m under the impression that you get it
But you still leave me
Hanging like a necklace, fine
I’mma do mine, I mean do me
If you need a checkup you should find an MD
Until then
My prescription is how to act right
Hold me down and not back, right
See, I was thinking about you last night
Hoping that you would see the real
No flashlight
Let me ask you like, a few questions
The first one is
‘Why the hell do you stress?’ and
The second where the checks went
This is me and you, on the grind too
You should have my son why?
So he could shine too
Why you never satisfied? But you advertise
Walk the streets with your peeps and
Talk a lot of lies
Spread rumors like butter on the bread
I’m out for my dough
Cause I ain’t doing what you said
I’m out for my dough
Cause I ain’t doing what you said
I’m out for my dough
Cause I ain’t doing what you said
Spread rumors like butter on the bread
I’m out for my dough
Cause I ain’t doing what you said
I supported dreams and everything
That you wanted but what about my own? Ain’t
Got the family I wanted
I know your grind keep the lights on
A roof over us
Refrigerator’s full but I wanna
Drive a new Rover
And how we gon’ have a son and
You ain’t never home for me?
Maybe you should think of going
Major cause these indie G’s
Don’t keep me pleased in the
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I can't have my son growing up eating Wendy’s
You a good man, never cheated on me
Yeah true that
And we living comfortable but I
Want you to be famous
Me and that money take family
Trips to the Caymans
Okay man, I get it though
You ain’t really so with that
So I ain’t with you no more
Make a choice or I’m leaving
It’s me or the music, go major
Extend your Visas
I know you’re happy, but for real
I think you’d better please us
If I ain’t happy then you
Won't never be happy neither
Cause I ain’t doing what you said
I’m out for my dough
Cause I ain’t doing what you said
Spread rumors like butter on the bread
I’m out for my dough
Cause I ain’t doing what you said
This is my life my L-IF-E
I ain’t leave my wife, my wife left me
I was on my grind G-R-IN-D
She said she heard of labels
But mines was indie
What that mean? That mean everything all mine
And the check’s all good
But it’s not all the time
I’m under the impression that you get it
But you still leave me
Hanging like a necklace, fine
I’mma do mine, I mean do me
If you need a checkup you should find an MD
Until then
My prescription is how to act right
Hold me down and not back, right
See, I was thinking about you last night
Hoping that you would see the real
No flashlight
Let me ask you like, a few questions
The first one is
‘Why the hell do you stress?’ and
The second where the checks went
This is me and you, on the grind too
You should have my son why?
So he could shine too
Why you never satisfied? But you advertise
Walk the streets with your peeps and
Talk a lot of lies
Spread rumors like butter on the bread
I’m out for my dough
Cause I ain’t doing what you said
I’m out for my dough
Cause I ain’t doing what you said
I’m out for my dough
Cause I ain’t doing what you said
Spread rumors like butter on the bread
I’m out for my dough
Cause I ain’t doing what you said
I supported dreams and everything
That you wanted but what about my own? Ain’t
Got the family I wanted
I know your grind keep the lights on
A roof over us
Refrigerator’s full but I wanna
Drive a new Rover
And how we gon’ have a son and
You ain’t never home for me?
Maybe you should think of going
Major cause these indie G’s
Don’t keep me pleased in the
Latest fashions from Fendi
I can't have my son growing up eating Wendy’s
You a good man, never cheated on me
Yeah true that
And we living comfortable but I
Want you to be famous
Me and that money take family
Trips to the Caymans
Okay man, I get it though
You ain’t really so with that
So I ain’t with you no more
Make a choice or I’m leaving
It’s me or the music, go major
Extend your Visas
I know you’re happy, but for real
I think you’d better please us
If I ain’t happy then you
Won't never be happy neither