Big Yavo - 392 Hemi lyrics
[Big Yavo - 392 Hemi lyrics]
Uh we been gettin' to the cash
Ain't got time for nothin' else (yeah)
(Hollo) We been gettin' to the cash
Ain't got time for nothin' else
If it ain't 'bout money, can wait
Bitch, ayy, if it ain't 'bout money
Can wait (Ayy)
Roll up a 'Wood, yeah
I'm smoking the greatest
Rockin' Off White
Now they thinkin' I'm racist
If this shit ain't 'bout paper
Ain't no conversation
I'm rockin' Dior cologne
The bitch diggin' my fragrance
I was sellin' three-fives out
My grandmama basement
I was hidin' the zips in my grandmama vases
Been knew how to get money, bitch
Go and ask Raven
You don't know who that is, bitch
That's my big sister
Osama get out, give them racks to my nigga
Homeboys ain't no dykes
Still givе straps to my niggas
Ayy, know that ass real
That shit clap when it jiggle
Shit was alrеady sold when I
Vacuum and sealed it
Put up the racks and go buy me a building
Whole gang gon' have land, bitch
I got bigger visions
Really got paper, come see how I'm living
'Fore I leave, give my mama a million
Do you feel me?
Ayy, servin' grams on that corner, bitch
Meet me on Tillmans gettin' into movies
I catch an opp and I'm filmin'
Rockin' ice with your bitch and we chillin'
I said we spinnin', 392, this a hemi
Took her back home and I
Pulled out her inches came with a knife
You would think we were fencing
Go get a 41 Rollie, feel like Dirk Nowit'ski
Go get a check like I work at Winn Dixie
Wide-body Charger, no way you can miss me
Rocks in her watch
Got that shit there from Tiffany's
Dior on my laces, my sneakers be crispy
Grab me a I and I flip it, a gymnast
Can you smell what I'm cookin'?
It's rock in my kitchen
Work me a bitch, got her washin' my dishes
Push on the button
It's gon' start the ignition
Turn an opp to a veggie, no squash
Is you trippin'?
Purple pint of the Wocky, I'm sippin'
Messy bitch got the tea
I nicknamed the ho Lipton
Gettin' rid of the weight, bitch
We liftin'
Got the gas, then send me a snippet
Before I buy, gotta see if it's pissy
Bitch, I'm still loaded
Got cases that's pending
And I'm rockin' designer
I used to be dingy now it's Balenci'
Ayy, servin' grams on that corner, bitch
Meet me on Tillmans gettin' into movies
I catch an opp and I'm filmin'
Rockin' ice with your bitch and we chillin'
I said we spinnin', 392, this a hemi
Took her back home and I
Pulled out her inches came with a knife
You would think we were fencing
Go get a 41 Rollie, feel like Dirk Nowit'ski
Do you feel me?
Ayy, servin' grams on that corner, bitch
Meet me on Tillmans gettin' into movies
I catch an opp and I'm filmin'
Rockin' ice with your bitch and we chillin'
I said we spinnin', 392, this a hemi
Took her back home and I
Pulled out her inches came with a knife
You would think we were fencing
Go get a 41 Rollie, feel like Dirk Nowit'ski
Ain't got time for nothin' else (yeah)
(Hollo) We been gettin' to the cash
Ain't got time for nothin' else
If it ain't 'bout money, can wait
Bitch, ayy, if it ain't 'bout money
Can wait (Ayy)
Roll up a 'Wood, yeah
I'm smoking the greatest
Rockin' Off White
Now they thinkin' I'm racist
If this shit ain't 'bout paper
Ain't no conversation
I'm rockin' Dior cologne
The bitch diggin' my fragrance
I was sellin' three-fives out
My grandmama basement
I was hidin' the zips in my grandmama vases
Been knew how to get money, bitch
Go and ask Raven
You don't know who that is, bitch
That's my big sister
Osama get out, give them racks to my nigga
Homeboys ain't no dykes
Still givе straps to my niggas
Ayy, know that ass real
That shit clap when it jiggle
Shit was alrеady sold when I
Vacuum and sealed it
Put up the racks and go buy me a building
Whole gang gon' have land, bitch
I got bigger visions
Really got paper, come see how I'm living
'Fore I leave, give my mama a million
Do you feel me?
Ayy, servin' grams on that corner, bitch
Meet me on Tillmans gettin' into movies
I catch an opp and I'm filmin'
Rockin' ice with your bitch and we chillin'
I said we spinnin', 392, this a hemi
Took her back home and I
Pulled out her inches came with a knife
You would think we were fencing
Go get a 41 Rollie, feel like Dirk Nowit'ski
Go get a check like I work at Winn Dixie
Wide-body Charger, no way you can miss me
Rocks in her watch
Got that shit there from Tiffany's
Dior on my laces, my sneakers be crispy
Grab me a I and I flip it, a gymnast
Can you smell what I'm cookin'?
It's rock in my kitchen
Work me a bitch, got her washin' my dishes
Push on the button
It's gon' start the ignition
Turn an opp to a veggie, no squash
Is you trippin'?
Purple pint of the Wocky, I'm sippin'
Messy bitch got the tea
I nicknamed the ho Lipton
Gettin' rid of the weight, bitch
We liftin'
Got the gas, then send me a snippet
Before I buy, gotta see if it's pissy
Bitch, I'm still loaded
Got cases that's pending
And I'm rockin' designer
I used to be dingy now it's Balenci'
Ayy, servin' grams on that corner, bitch
Meet me on Tillmans gettin' into movies
I catch an opp and I'm filmin'
Rockin' ice with your bitch and we chillin'
I said we spinnin', 392, this a hemi
Took her back home and I
Pulled out her inches came with a knife
You would think we were fencing
Go get a 41 Rollie, feel like Dirk Nowit'ski
Do you feel me?
Ayy, servin' grams on that corner, bitch
Meet me on Tillmans gettin' into movies
I catch an opp and I'm filmin'
Rockin' ice with your bitch and we chillin'
I said we spinnin', 392, this a hemi
Took her back home and I
Pulled out her inches came with a knife
You would think we were fencing
Go get a 41 Rollie, feel like Dirk Nowit'ski