Schoolboy Q - Figg Get da Money lyrics

The flow, is in the pocket like wallets
I got the bounce like hydraulics
I can't call it
I got the swerve like alco fuck that
Figg get the money
Shooting dice what they hitting for
Hookers out to sell the pussy
Money trade for intercourse
Every corner, liquor store, laundromat
Liquor store
Laundromat, liquor store, EBT accept 'em more
Churches 'cross from motels, Lord knows
Pussy sells
Churches 'cross from motels, Lord knows
Pussy sells
Domino's, Pizza Huts, Colt 45 cans
The old heads drunk enough
Dollar after dollar on lottery
That shit be adding up, schizos from Vietnam
Better yet the drug era that used
To be a ball player


See how things evolve later
4 Lokos for the young locos
Niggas cashing my check for white tees
Don't fuck with Melrose, just Metros pCS's
You get the message? Good
Investments in my direction

Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money
Yeah
Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money
Yeah
Rain, sleet, snow, turn July into December
Yeah
Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money
Yeah
Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money
Yeah
Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money
Yeah
Springtime fall turn summer to a winter, yeah
Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money
Yeah

It's midnight, where the bitches at?
See a ho, pimp a ho, put her on the track
Put her in the gas station
Hiding from the white and black
They gotta make a living
So they put us on our back
But why they gotta judge us
When we do it back?
Mickey D's and Burger King still make
Sure that my daughter fat
Close to Christmas on November
Best believe I got a jack
Been coming to this store for years
The cops come behind me 'bout a snack
But thanks Ms han, Jackie Chan, Sake bomb
Any Catholic different
Wolverine like Michigan
Hover Street know what it be
Hanging in front
Of the laundry mat 'til two or three
With like two or three
Uh, everyone asleep so shall we creep
Money to gain up in them streets
Shall I preach upon this beat
Puffy ain't got shit on me
Better yet this LA heat
Figueroa, Figg Side, money block

Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money
Yeah
Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money
Yeah
Rain, sleet, snow, turn July into December
Yeah
Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money
Yeah
Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money
Yeah
Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money
Yeah
Springtime fall turn summer to a winter, yeah
Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money
Yeah

Jehovah coming, let me close the blinds
So I can get high, nigga, free my mind
Write my niggas doing hella years past time
Ballers got it cracking
Cracking at the crack of dawn
Ice cream truck stop for my mom
But me he won't respond
Gotta read between the lines
Best believe I'm off of crime
This must be the longest line
Where they cooking worse than swine
Lying on their letter signs
But hurry cause they close at nine
But Pisces got it jumping at the taco stand
Rapping on them corners, am, pm
Like the Taliban camping out
Your daddy selling money he can understand
Drizzle riding through the hood
Junkies love the Avalanche
Homeless person gotta shuffle cans
Take 'em up to the recycle bin
Take his bread to the candyman
But still he eat
Tell me if that ain't hustling
Rain, sleet, snow, hell and shit uhh, hell

Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money
Yeah
Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money
Yeah
Rain, sleet, snow, turn July into December
Yeah
Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money
Yeah
Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money
Yeah
Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money
Yeah
Springtime fall turn summer to a winter, yeah
Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money
Yeah