Spadez - All Gas No Brakes lyrics
[Spadez - All Gas No Brakes lyrics]
If it ain't about money, I ain't wit it (nah)
Only thing on my mind is how I'ma get it
(get it) five, tens, twenties
Fifties and them Franklins
Got a stack in my pocket
Walking into the bank
And then it's back to them
Packs full of California lemme warn ya
You'll be higher than you been before
The shit that I be smoking, no joking
Will have you choking hoes soakin'
I'm strokin' and they provoking
Me to poke 'em
Like "Daaaamn, where you get that ass from?"
I heard that the birthday suit
Is the new fashion
I'ma make it splash every time that I smash
Then it's right back to the
Cash that I'm stashin' (woah)
Back to the mula, got purp in the hookah
But, I'm stayin' on my toes
I'm quick when I maneuver
Bring ya bitch 'round me
Guaranteed to lose her i'm like "whoa"
She a pro when she blowin' on my tuba
(daaamn) i'm the man in this bitch
You just tryna do what you can in this bitch
I'm goin' ham in this bitch
I'm countin' bread with some
Jam in this bitch
I like it toasted, roasted
Fresh up out the oven
You say no money's involved
That's the end of a discussion (keep, keep)
Keep it movin' 'cause I got to get the cash
If I see a bad bish then
I got to get the math (brrr)
Euros and them pesos, gimme all that
'Cause, I'm tryin' to be riding
Around in a all black
Mercedez, more trees in my bleez
I keep it OG Kush lately
And the piff in the spliff keep it hella hazy
I'm like less talking and some more pay me
(I like that)
Some more walkin', I'll believe it when I see
That green stack of paper right
In front of me (yeah)
Yeah I love it, can't get enough of it
Being broke
That's something that won't cut it
Nope, I don't love it, not a god damn bit
What you know about baggin' up a zip?
Now I keep it in a money clip, fuck a wallet
Smokin' on bubonic while I'm
Bumpin' the chronic
Ayy, I'm high as a comet
But the grind I be on it
Come on and put me to the test
I go above and beyond
Yeah, you heard that right
Nope, you don't need no Q-tips
(you heard that right?)
Spadez in this bitch, Spadez in ya mama
Only thing on my mind is how I'ma get it
(get it) five, tens, twenties
Fifties and them Franklins
Got a stack in my pocket
Walking into the bank
And then it's back to them
Packs full of California lemme warn ya
You'll be higher than you been before
The shit that I be smoking, no joking
Will have you choking hoes soakin'
I'm strokin' and they provoking
Me to poke 'em
Like "Daaaamn, where you get that ass from?"
I heard that the birthday suit
Is the new fashion
I'ma make it splash every time that I smash
Then it's right back to the
Cash that I'm stashin' (woah)
Back to the mula, got purp in the hookah
But, I'm stayin' on my toes
I'm quick when I maneuver
Bring ya bitch 'round me
Guaranteed to lose her i'm like "whoa"
She a pro when she blowin' on my tuba
(daaamn) i'm the man in this bitch
You just tryna do what you can in this bitch
I'm goin' ham in this bitch
I'm countin' bread with some
Jam in this bitch
I like it toasted, roasted
Fresh up out the oven
You say no money's involved
That's the end of a discussion (keep, keep)
Keep it movin' 'cause I got to get the cash
If I see a bad bish then
I got to get the math (brrr)
Euros and them pesos, gimme all that
'Cause, I'm tryin' to be riding
Around in a all black
Mercedez, more trees in my bleez
I keep it OG Kush lately
And the piff in the spliff keep it hella hazy
I'm like less talking and some more pay me
(I like that)
Some more walkin', I'll believe it when I see
That green stack of paper right
In front of me (yeah)
Yeah I love it, can't get enough of it
Being broke
That's something that won't cut it
Nope, I don't love it, not a god damn bit
What you know about baggin' up a zip?
Now I keep it in a money clip, fuck a wallet
Smokin' on bubonic while I'm
Bumpin' the chronic
Ayy, I'm high as a comet
But the grind I be on it
Come on and put me to the test
I go above and beyond
Yeah, you heard that right
Nope, you don't need no Q-tips
(you heard that right?)
Spadez in this bitch, Spadez in ya mama