Chuuwee - Dolla Bill Cosby lyrics
[Chuuwee - Dolla Bill Cosby lyrics]
Hop out the rental
It ain't a Challenger it ain't a Benz though
But it hit though
I flip those rims, look how they sit
Imagine it - Car magazines, blunts ashin' and
Askin' when we tradin' in the
Bus pass for CarFax
I'm all that, 90's Nicktoons, fall back
Some niggas never make the second
Season like The Fall cast
Holo-cast Grandmaster Flash to
These rap niggas
Grandmaster booted and Shabazz to
You wack niggas
Let's make it rain, nigga, forecast
Poor ass nigga
When I was pitchin' fom my Jordache
Low cash, straight outta money, nigga
No cash - Get it?
If I get it in an instant I'mma
Blow it fast - You know that
Since back when niggas had show dat's
They'd get a little dough then get
To splurgin' on 'em -
Askin' where the hoes at
Swear I gotta keep the dough stashed
You either gettin' slow-jacked
Four-capped, murdered or toe tagged
Money make the underworld go 'round
Money make the ladies and the girls come out
Money make the motherfuckin' world go 'round
Money make this earth turn upside down
(I heard)
Same old scenario, it's everywhere you go
Start gettin' paper niggas hands
Out like scantrons
You don't give up paper you'll
Get stuck up like tampons
That rhyme 'bout as annoying as
Put your hands up
Pontiac, Grand Am, parked by the railway
Am track
Told them Am-scray when the thing spray
Pain lay inches from his chest
And his pocket chain
Killed him for a lil' pocket
Change - Stock exchange
The root of all reason that we go insane
How to make it out of
America is a prison game
Get a frigid chain hoppin'
Out a different Range
Papa make the illest rage -
Nigga what the pictures say?
Different strokes different folks
Need a different space
Rather than a simple lifestyle
In a different state
State of mind, can't relate to you niggas
Mane dollas make 'em drink each other blood
Just to get a taste
It ain't a Challenger it ain't a Benz though
But it hit though
I flip those rims, look how they sit
Imagine it - Car magazines, blunts ashin' and
Askin' when we tradin' in the
Bus pass for CarFax
I'm all that, 90's Nicktoons, fall back
Some niggas never make the second
Season like The Fall cast
Holo-cast Grandmaster Flash to
These rap niggas
Grandmaster booted and Shabazz to
You wack niggas
Let's make it rain, nigga, forecast
Poor ass nigga
When I was pitchin' fom my Jordache
Low cash, straight outta money, nigga
No cash - Get it?
If I get it in an instant I'mma
Blow it fast - You know that
Since back when niggas had show dat's
They'd get a little dough then get
To splurgin' on 'em -
Askin' where the hoes at
Swear I gotta keep the dough stashed
You either gettin' slow-jacked
Four-capped, murdered or toe tagged
Money make the underworld go 'round
Money make the ladies and the girls come out
Money make the motherfuckin' world go 'round
Money make this earth turn upside down
(I heard)
Same old scenario, it's everywhere you go
Start gettin' paper niggas hands
Out like scantrons
You don't give up paper you'll
Get stuck up like tampons
That rhyme 'bout as annoying as
Put your hands up
Pontiac, Grand Am, parked by the railway
Am track
Told them Am-scray when the thing spray
Pain lay inches from his chest
And his pocket chain
Killed him for a lil' pocket
Change - Stock exchange
The root of all reason that we go insane
How to make it out of
America is a prison game
Get a frigid chain hoppin'
Out a different Range
Papa make the illest rage -
Nigga what the pictures say?
Different strokes different folks
Need a different space
Rather than a simple lifestyle
In a different state
State of mind, can't relate to you niggas
Mane dollas make 'em drink each other blood
Just to get a taste