Birdman, Mack Maine, Rick Ross - Money To Make lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Birdman, Mack Maine, Rick Ross - Money To Make lyrics]
My niggas one hunnit, my corner one hunnit
The car cost a hunnit, the drum hold a hunnit
Just smoking my ganja
This joint cost a hunnit
The Nikes cost a hunnit, the ice in abundance
Now I'm fucking with H
Can't be taking no shorts
We scoring the points
We done made it a sport
Scheduled to testify, never made it to court
I sprinkle pesticide, set a trap and you go
You can't be talking loud when
You walking in the house
Fuck what you talking bout
Bitch you walking in and out
I ain't whipping no ounce
I ain't touching no ounce
If you fuck with an ounce
Get the fuck out the house
Cause it's only squares
When you come in here
So for all you squares, let me make it clear
Let me get it straight
I'm the fish in the tank
Not the fish in the tank i got money to make
My niggas 100, my corner 100
The car cost 100, the drum hold 100
Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost 100
The nights cost 100, the ice in abundance
My niggas 100, my corner 100
The car cost 100, the drum hold 100
Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost 100
The Nikes cost 100, the ice in abundance
Real nigga in the building, where the work at
That New Orleans Saint's fitted
That's my work hat
My niggas got that H, percs, white and purp
And they shoot off one leg
They awkward like Dirk thug Life, Thug Life
Bitch I'm feeling like Pac
When I'm riding up the block
Bout to release the 50 shots, off top
You bitch you, you'll get your issue
Your family, they gonna miss you
They gonna find you in
Bury that boy with tissue
Since he was a cry baby
Ya mami over ya casket asking lord why baby
See I live in a world
Where they mistreat black babies
And in a hood that crack babies
Grow up just to jack babies
Bitch I'm from New Orleans
You can't come where I'm from
Got a drum on a K pa rup a pum pum pum
Boy I ain't no fronter
It's Ross Mack and stunner
I put 50 on 50, that's why they call me 100
See we stuntin, fuck with me, poppin bottles
Throwin money
Niggas giving headshots, bitch no running
Them hundreds came fast, bitches came quicker
Wet candy paint stick and move, start dipping
We ran through the trenches
Jumping over fences got it out the field
Now my homies doing digit's
Shinning on these bitches
After hour count tickets
Got it from my G's, now we on another mission
We focus on another sattle, another batch
Another bird full of H
Nigga coming like that
Slamp back Caddy, dipping while we dropping
Blowin while we countin, hundred
G's in my pocket, one M
The car cost a hunnit, the drum hold a hunnit
Just smoking my ganja
This joint cost a hunnit
The Nikes cost a hunnit, the ice in abundance
Now I'm fucking with H
Can't be taking no shorts
We scoring the points
We done made it a sport
Scheduled to testify, never made it to court
I sprinkle pesticide, set a trap and you go
You can't be talking loud when
You walking in the house
Fuck what you talking bout
Bitch you walking in and out
I ain't whipping no ounce
I ain't touching no ounce
If you fuck with an ounce
Get the fuck out the house
Cause it's only squares
When you come in here
So for all you squares, let me make it clear
Let me get it straight
I'm the fish in the tank
Not the fish in the tank i got money to make
My niggas 100, my corner 100
The car cost 100, the drum hold 100
Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost 100
The nights cost 100, the ice in abundance
My niggas 100, my corner 100
The car cost 100, the drum hold 100
Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost 100
The Nikes cost 100, the ice in abundance
Real nigga in the building, where the work at
That New Orleans Saint's fitted
That's my work hat
My niggas got that H, percs, white and purp
And they shoot off one leg
They awkward like Dirk thug Life, Thug Life
Bitch I'm feeling like Pac
When I'm riding up the block
Bout to release the 50 shots, off top
You bitch you, you'll get your issue
Your family, they gonna miss you
They gonna find you in
Bury that boy with tissue
Since he was a cry baby
Ya mami over ya casket asking lord why baby
See I live in a world
Where they mistreat black babies
And in a hood that crack babies
Grow up just to jack babies
Bitch I'm from New Orleans
You can't come where I'm from
Got a drum on a K pa rup a pum pum pum
Boy I ain't no fronter
It's Ross Mack and stunner
I put 50 on 50, that's why they call me 100
See we stuntin, fuck with me, poppin bottles
Throwin money
Niggas giving headshots, bitch no running
Them hundreds came fast, bitches came quicker
Wet candy paint stick and move, start dipping
We ran through the trenches
Jumping over fences got it out the field
Now my homies doing digit's
Shinning on these bitches
After hour count tickets
Got it from my G's, now we on another mission
We focus on another sattle, another batch
Another bird full of H
Nigga coming like that
Slamp back Caddy, dipping while we dropping
Blowin while we countin, hundred
G's in my pocket, one M