G.T. - Veez Bag lyrics
[G.T. - Veez Bag lyrics]
(Jose the Plug)
Shit, we goin' to get some drug money
Came up with the yeah, knew I had me a plug
(Ayy, Veeze, Ayy, Veeze, I had to run with
This one right quick, this your flow)
Ayy
Nigga, I knew I'd get some money, nigga
The first day I dropped out of college
(yeah) my mama sittin' there poutin', I'm
Like, "Chill, baby girl, i got it"
(For real) yeah, the condo got mink rugs and
The car ain't got no mileage
Nigga, my bitch ain't got no mileage and
My next crib'll have a fountain (yeah)
Nigga, I came up off the Street
Lord'z, you ain't got money, stop it
(Stop it) big money in my closet
I got it piled up like a mountain (yeah)
Man, this whip a V12, dog
It's hard for me to stop it
Why the fuck he got on a manbag?
It can't fit in his pocket
On the 'Hound with sixty
Thousand, I'm like, "Dog, i need to stop it"
'Cause I'm rappin' and they snitchin', man
These bitches out of pocket
He was beggin' for attention 'til he
Got hit with that chopper
He ain't livin' for no stitches, he
Ain't get to see no doctor, nigga
This ain't no rap song, lil' nigga
I really mean it (yeah)
Got in the game and choked up, Willie Beamen
(Nigga) i'm feelin' like Ace the first
Day he quit the cleaners (For real)
Ten days later, all Gucci, new Bimmer (yeah)
This ain't no script, I'm
The movie, lil' nigga, i really seen it
(yeah) go and ask the streets
'cause I know you don't believe me
(For real) three-hour drive with them pints
Straight to Cleveland (yeah)
The bricks and the 'bows comin'
Straight down from Phoenix
Make it home with the pros
Then fuck up some at Zeidman's (yeah)
I got a hundred on me right now, bitch
Beat it now she tellin' me I'm
Arrogant and I'm conceited
I'm stayin' out the way
It ain't no tappin' in or linkin'
Shit, we goin' to get some drug money
Came up with the yeah, knew I had me a plug
(Ayy, Veeze, Ayy, Veeze, I had to run with
This one right quick, this your flow)
Ayy
Nigga, I knew I'd get some money, nigga
The first day I dropped out of college
(yeah) my mama sittin' there poutin', I'm
Like, "Chill, baby girl, i got it"
(For real) yeah, the condo got mink rugs and
The car ain't got no mileage
Nigga, my bitch ain't got no mileage and
My next crib'll have a fountain (yeah)
Nigga, I came up off the Street
Lord'z, you ain't got money, stop it
(Stop it) big money in my closet
I got it piled up like a mountain (yeah)
Man, this whip a V12, dog
It's hard for me to stop it
Why the fuck he got on a manbag?
It can't fit in his pocket
On the 'Hound with sixty
Thousand, I'm like, "Dog, i need to stop it"
'Cause I'm rappin' and they snitchin', man
These bitches out of pocket
He was beggin' for attention 'til he
Got hit with that chopper
He ain't livin' for no stitches, he
Ain't get to see no doctor, nigga
This ain't no rap song, lil' nigga
I really mean it (yeah)
Got in the game and choked up, Willie Beamen
(Nigga) i'm feelin' like Ace the first
Day he quit the cleaners (For real)
Ten days later, all Gucci, new Bimmer (yeah)
This ain't no script, I'm
The movie, lil' nigga, i really seen it
(yeah) go and ask the streets
'cause I know you don't believe me
(For real) three-hour drive with them pints
Straight to Cleveland (yeah)
The bricks and the 'bows comin'
Straight down from Phoenix
Make it home with the pros
Then fuck up some at Zeidman's (yeah)
I got a hundred on me right now, bitch
Beat it now she tellin' me I'm
Arrogant and I'm conceited
I'm stayin' out the way
It ain't no tappin' in or linkin'