Boss Hogg Outlawz - Badge on My Neck lyrics
[Boss Hogg Outlawz - Badge on My Neck lyrics]
You know, if money could talk my nigga
It'd kinda sound, like this here mayn
That's me nigga, Killa Gorilla
BHO, we serving and collecting nigga run it
Big badge on my necklace
Candy paint on my ride
I'm gripping Louis Va-Slugga
With peanut butter inside
I drop the top when I slide
I drop the top when I slide
Dr-drop the top when I slide
It make the boppers go crazy
You see I make money money
Make money money money fuck with it
You gon take twenty bullets from me
Rubberband Banks
Pockets full of dead honkeys
Addicted to carbohydrates, I'ma bread junkie
Only time I lose weight, when I'm pushing
Forgive me Lord
I might not be a saint but I'm pushing
Cup full of oil I'm bush'n
Selling it like Arabs
Two diamond chains, look like they cabs
Blue over grey slabs, with the low pros on it
Fuck 3's, gotta be 4's when I roll on it
My money like wood
It's mandatory that I hold on it
And I keep a deaf ear, when a hoe want it
You got prop money, I got block money
So F-Y-I, Killa getting guac' honey
I'm a real baller
These boys just act like it
I heard talk cheap
But Killa got sacks pouches
Big chain big car, big money big bar
What I'm pouring up, cause I'm a big star
Fly cat, you can find me where that sky at
G-4 leering through kush clouds
I'm on a fire sack
Money talk, I'm all ears for the convo
I got the coke but not the one
Come with your combo
I'm so dope boy fresh, I got em on deck
I'm talking bout stacks
Where the rubberbands at
Like TIP, I do it B-IG
Cause, I'm a bad boy, off in the VIP
With top models I pop bottles, and I swallow
The best champagne, that money can buy me
If you think a nigga slipping
Come and try me
And I'ma oput the bluck-blucka
To a bitch's body
And send a bitch nigga body
To the sky like Heidie
Then hit the presidential suites
While you chill off in the lobby
I hear you talking cash shit
But, you sounding like foreigners
Dead presidents on me, call Killa coroner
Spender and a lender
Y'all niggas just borrowers
So all your cheap talking, don't bother us
I got VVS do', y'all niggas got flaws
Pockets full og big Franks
And I ain't talking hot dogs
Kyle's style hot dog, yeah but not yall's
That's why my money talk
And y'all pockets lock jaw
It'd kinda sound, like this here mayn
That's me nigga, Killa Gorilla
BHO, we serving and collecting nigga run it
Big badge on my necklace
Candy paint on my ride
I'm gripping Louis Va-Slugga
With peanut butter inside
I drop the top when I slide
I drop the top when I slide
Dr-drop the top when I slide
It make the boppers go crazy
You see I make money money
Make money money money fuck with it
You gon take twenty bullets from me
Rubberband Banks
Pockets full of dead honkeys
Addicted to carbohydrates, I'ma bread junkie
Only time I lose weight, when I'm pushing
Forgive me Lord
I might not be a saint but I'm pushing
Cup full of oil I'm bush'n
Selling it like Arabs
Two diamond chains, look like they cabs
Blue over grey slabs, with the low pros on it
Fuck 3's, gotta be 4's when I roll on it
My money like wood
It's mandatory that I hold on it
And I keep a deaf ear, when a hoe want it
You got prop money, I got block money
So F-Y-I, Killa getting guac' honey
I'm a real baller
These boys just act like it
I heard talk cheap
But Killa got sacks pouches
Big chain big car, big money big bar
What I'm pouring up, cause I'm a big star
Fly cat, you can find me where that sky at
G-4 leering through kush clouds
I'm on a fire sack
Money talk, I'm all ears for the convo
I got the coke but not the one
Come with your combo
I'm so dope boy fresh, I got em on deck
I'm talking bout stacks
Where the rubberbands at
Like TIP, I do it B-IG
Cause, I'm a bad boy, off in the VIP
With top models I pop bottles, and I swallow
The best champagne, that money can buy me
If you think a nigga slipping
Come and try me
And I'ma oput the bluck-blucka
To a bitch's body
And send a bitch nigga body
To the sky like Heidie
Then hit the presidential suites
While you chill off in the lobby
I hear you talking cash shit
But, you sounding like foreigners
Dead presidents on me, call Killa coroner
Spender and a lender
Y'all niggas just borrowers
So all your cheap talking, don't bother us
I got VVS do', y'all niggas got flaws
Pockets full og big Franks
And I ain't talking hot dogs
Kyle's style hot dog, yeah but not yall's
That's why my money talk
And y'all pockets lock jaw