Hit-Boy, DOM KENNEDY, Half-A-Mil - Ski Mask Way lyrics
[Hit-Boy, DOM KENNEDY, Half-A-Mil - Ski Mask Way lyrics]
- "Man, i can't believe this they was
Gonna burn all this shit all this shit
And a nigga can't even find a job"
- "Well, that's Uncle Sam for you
Baby money to burn"
I get mine the fast way!
Ski mask way, yeah
These niggas finna know we serious
The custom made suede interiors
You see it driving by the superior, uh
King Parade veteran
Home games at the Colloseum
From the cradles to the mausoleums
Either it has be Bruins or the
Stay humble, stay hungry, I was both of 'em
Rose gold, white gold Rollie
Need both of 'em all folks look at me and
Say "he knows somethin'"
Man, we got more comin', so let it spill
And you know I got a place we can chill
Nobody gon' hear your screams in a fear
Rocking at least 300 times in a year
Land at Heathrow in the morning
If it's clear
Little salt and peppa on the fish and chips
Boutiques in Germany, I'm the shit
Talking bout the top 20, I'm the list
I only talk facts, baby, get you some of that
Baby, born in '84, was a G by '86
No rapper formed against me shall prosper
Y'all missed
Hit her with some birthday sex, it was a wish
If you see all the signs in the air
Take the hint
If you was really small with the batch
You be takin' hit
Check my highlight reel, Half-A-Mil presents
No longer fuckin' with niggas
I can't even pretend
Came with shorts with the orange, no France
Family only in my circle
Pages in my mental journal
Tell stories of a younging on his way
You won't walk in my shoes
But you'll know the pain
Heavy percentages I had to pay
Born in '87, kept it G since that day
I just get more solid every 21st of May
High stakes, you can't taste what we eatin'
Making beats, drinkin'
Champagne all fuckin' weekend
No tints, so they know it's me in it
Her pussy so good, I could go to sleep in it
Says she used to listen to Goldie every day
Not even knowin' that's HB on the flutes
Straight out the bottle, baby, we don't need
Move how we want to, no we don't see
And she make the suite feel
Like a Moulin Rouge
Moving at our own pace, we can't lose
Watching the flower bloom
That's how sweet flow is
Floatin', turn them into roses
Pasadena on my mind, free Big Hit
When you touch down, I got it even more lit
Nigga half-A-Mil
I get mine the fast way!
I get mine the fast way!
I get mine the fast way!
Gonna burn all this shit all this shit
And a nigga can't even find a job"
- "Well, that's Uncle Sam for you
Baby money to burn"
I get mine the fast way!
Ski mask way, yeah
These niggas finna know we serious
The custom made suede interiors
You see it driving by the superior, uh
King Parade veteran
Home games at the Colloseum
From the cradles to the mausoleums
Either it has be Bruins or the
Stay humble, stay hungry, I was both of 'em
Rose gold, white gold Rollie
Need both of 'em all folks look at me and
Say "he knows somethin'"
Man, we got more comin', so let it spill
And you know I got a place we can chill
Nobody gon' hear your screams in a fear
Rocking at least 300 times in a year
Land at Heathrow in the morning
If it's clear
Little salt and peppa on the fish and chips
Boutiques in Germany, I'm the shit
Talking bout the top 20, I'm the list
I only talk facts, baby, get you some of that
Baby, born in '84, was a G by '86
No rapper formed against me shall prosper
Y'all missed
Hit her with some birthday sex, it was a wish
If you see all the signs in the air
Take the hint
If you was really small with the batch
You be takin' hit
Check my highlight reel, Half-A-Mil presents
No longer fuckin' with niggas
I can't even pretend
Came with shorts with the orange, no France
Family only in my circle
Pages in my mental journal
Tell stories of a younging on his way
You won't walk in my shoes
But you'll know the pain
Heavy percentages I had to pay
Born in '87, kept it G since that day
I just get more solid every 21st of May
High stakes, you can't taste what we eatin'
Making beats, drinkin'
Champagne all fuckin' weekend
No tints, so they know it's me in it
Her pussy so good, I could go to sleep in it
Says she used to listen to Goldie every day
Not even knowin' that's HB on the flutes
Straight out the bottle, baby, we don't need
Move how we want to, no we don't see
And she make the suite feel
Like a Moulin Rouge
Moving at our own pace, we can't lose
Watching the flower bloom
That's how sweet flow is
Floatin', turn them into roses
Pasadena on my mind, free Big Hit
When you touch down, I got it even more lit
Nigga half-A-Mil
I get mine the fast way!
I get mine the fast way!
I get mine the fast way!