Joell Ortiz - BK Get The Money lyrics
[Joell Ortiz - BK Get The Money lyrics]
Let me close my eyes for this
One so I can envision itand
Paint the picture for y'all to
Envision it hear my story
Man it was more than rough
Small apartment with all of us
We all would rush to the bathroom soon
As we heard the toilet flush
Hot water ain't on enough
Y'all don't know how them mornings was
Remember me gettin' on the bus
Corduroys with the tallest cuff
Hopin' my man ain't want his lunch
Needed a little more to munch
Fortunates sat across from us
They would pass me they corner stuff
Fast forward
Cornered up, huggin', lovin' the mornin' rush
Grindin', tryin' to avoid them cuffs
I ain't like bein' poor as fuck
Iron item I wore it tucked
Right inside of the North and yup I
Would fire like more than once
Quiet whoever wanted what
Missiles the size of horses nuts
Just dividing your organs up
Body hotter than Florida
Papi ride with the coroner
Lobby, cryin' and pourin' cups
Sloppy, "Why is he gone?"
But the fact of the matter is he ain't
Comin' back like when raw is cut
That was the past move on to
The fact I'm a track slaughter
Classical cat sort of a magical rap sorcerer
? you acts oughta get tossed in the trash
Off of the strength of your wack aura
These niggas is mad soft like
The ass on Kardash daughters
I'm hot like Iraq boarders
Y'all see through like tap water
I'm spendin' my last quarter
Callin' all y'all bluffs
I'm exactly what rap order
Your Bentley was that gorgeous to
Mention in that chorus
The fans were just sad mourners
Till a Brooklyn nigga walked in the spot
Hot off his block with his
Pen and his pad flawless
One so I can envision itand
Paint the picture for y'all to
Envision it hear my story
Man it was more than rough
Small apartment with all of us
We all would rush to the bathroom soon
As we heard the toilet flush
Hot water ain't on enough
Y'all don't know how them mornings was
Remember me gettin' on the bus
Corduroys with the tallest cuff
Hopin' my man ain't want his lunch
Needed a little more to munch
Fortunates sat across from us
They would pass me they corner stuff
Fast forward
Cornered up, huggin', lovin' the mornin' rush
Grindin', tryin' to avoid them cuffs
I ain't like bein' poor as fuck
Iron item I wore it tucked
Right inside of the North and yup I
Would fire like more than once
Quiet whoever wanted what
Missiles the size of horses nuts
Just dividing your organs up
Body hotter than Florida
Papi ride with the coroner
Lobby, cryin' and pourin' cups
Sloppy, "Why is he gone?"
But the fact of the matter is he ain't
Comin' back like when raw is cut
That was the past move on to
The fact I'm a track slaughter
Classical cat sort of a magical rap sorcerer
? you acts oughta get tossed in the trash
Off of the strength of your wack aura
These niggas is mad soft like
The ass on Kardash daughters
I'm hot like Iraq boarders
Y'all see through like tap water
I'm spendin' my last quarter
Callin' all y'all bluffs
I'm exactly what rap order
Your Bentley was that gorgeous to
Mention in that chorus
The fans were just sad mourners
Till a Brooklyn nigga walked in the spot
Hot off his block with his
Pen and his pad flawless