Project Pat - Tunnel Vision lyrics
[Project Pat - Tunnel Vision lyrics]
We got millions on the table now
We not stressing a gutter-ass nigga like me
Didn't got a blessing foreign whips
Oldschools keep these bitches guessin'
The streets taught me a lot
And I learned my lesson
Tunnel vision, tunnel vision, tunnel vision
Tunnel vision
Money, money, money, money, money
Tunnel vision, money
Tunnel vision, tunnel vision, tunnel vision
Tunnel vision
Money, money, money, money, money
Tunnel vision, money
If you ain't gettin' money
Why the fuck is you complacin'
Staying with your momma
Still sleepin' in the basement
You lazy-ass niggas better get
Up off your ass
I ain't crippin' but with cash
I'm breakin' hoein ass tryna go
And make a playin'
Ramen noodles on your bowl
But I want a t-bone steak
I'm always on the hustle, I gotta get paid
A nigga beem gettin' bread
Since the 7th grade
Hood hot as fuck like a microwave
All my niggas cutthroat like a razorblade
Heterosexual with my money, I been straight
Everday your birthday, if you gettin' cake
The other shit he better been
If you ain't talking bread
Tunnel vision on the money, keep your pussy
Keep your head cause I can take that pussy
Bitch and go cop a whip
Hoe, your head can't buy a nigga a ticket
When I take a trip
The conversation money we can chop
It up and talk it
If you ain't speakin' money
Speakin' marching I'm gon' walk on off
I do not care about the snitchin'
And who got the bricks
Unless we plottin' up to go
And take some niggas shit
You niggas like to get high
But don't to get sob
The dope game like pimpin' it never get old
And when it comes to money fuck a friend
Only friends I need is Mister
Grant and that OG Ben's
We not stressing a gutter-ass nigga like me
Didn't got a blessing foreign whips
Oldschools keep these bitches guessin'
The streets taught me a lot
And I learned my lesson
Tunnel vision, tunnel vision, tunnel vision
Tunnel vision
Money, money, money, money, money
Tunnel vision, money
Tunnel vision, tunnel vision, tunnel vision
Tunnel vision
Money, money, money, money, money
Tunnel vision, money
If you ain't gettin' money
Why the fuck is you complacin'
Staying with your momma
Still sleepin' in the basement
You lazy-ass niggas better get
Up off your ass
I ain't crippin' but with cash
I'm breakin' hoein ass tryna go
And make a playin'
Ramen noodles on your bowl
But I want a t-bone steak
I'm always on the hustle, I gotta get paid
A nigga beem gettin' bread
Since the 7th grade
Hood hot as fuck like a microwave
All my niggas cutthroat like a razorblade
Heterosexual with my money, I been straight
Everday your birthday, if you gettin' cake
The other shit he better been
If you ain't talking bread
Tunnel vision on the money, keep your pussy
Keep your head cause I can take that pussy
Bitch and go cop a whip
Hoe, your head can't buy a nigga a ticket
When I take a trip
The conversation money we can chop
It up and talk it
If you ain't speakin' money
Speakin' marching I'm gon' walk on off
I do not care about the snitchin'
And who got the bricks
Unless we plottin' up to go
And take some niggas shit
You niggas like to get high
But don't to get sob
The dope game like pimpin' it never get old
And when it comes to money fuck a friend
Only friends I need is Mister
Grant and that OG Ben's