Spadez - Fact Tho lyrics
[Spadez - Fact Tho lyrics]
What you know about counting
Up the cash though
Quarterback, but I never been sacked, no
Bad bitch but I hit from the back though
Don't know how to act, don't know how to act
Woah
That's a fact though, that's a fact though
I'm tryin' to holla if she fine
That's a fact though
That's a fact though, that's a fact though
And we ain't ever goin' out sad, woah
Tic tac toe, I need me a lil' mo (mo)
Flipped that dro when I needed a lil' dough
(dough)
Shipped that zip right to the front door
When the shit got slow
Seen some of the homies go
But, it's no love lost, soho loft
Right hand on that ass 'cause
That ass so soft
Other hand on my cash 'cause
They want what I got
But, you wouldn't under stand, you too soft
I got the sauce, I'm dipped in that butter
But what do you mean?
I mean I pull up on the scene too clean
I mean I keep a couple on the heem team
I'm obscene, you know the routine
This is not a test, this is not drill (nope)
Ain't no time to rest, ain't no time to chil
(nope)
Ain't no time unless that money is the convo
(word)
Then I'm like let's talk about it pronto
What you know about counting
Up the cash though
Quarterback, but I never been sacked, no
Bad bitch but I hit from the back though
Don't know how to act, don't know how to act
Woah
That's a fact though, that's a fact though
I'm tryin' to holla if she fine
That's a fact though
That's a fact though, that's a fact though
And we ain't ever goin' out sad, woah
Better get your grind on, my mind gone
Gotta keep the grass cut on my lawn
She already know I'm connected
Ain't gotta sign on
If you looking in the rough, I'm a diamond
(huh)
I mean a diamond, my girl from a island
(woah)
You couldn't walk a mile in the shoes I'm in
(no)
'Cause, I'm stylin', wylin' and I'm dialed in
One eight hundred hot sauce
You be lookin' mild
When I step in this bitch
Heads turn like "who that?"
Baby like "you that
" but I already knew that
They hate it when I do that
I be like too bad
All eyes on me feelin' like two pack
I meant to say Tupac, money in the shoebox
I was on the east coast
Running 'round a few blocks
Tryin' to get the guwop (and what else?)
Fuck my old girl
Yeah I'm fuckin' with a new bop
What you know about counting
Up the cash though
Quarterback, but I never been sacked, no
Bad bitch but I hit from the back though
Don't know how to act, don't know how to act
Woah
That's a fact though, that's a fact though
I'm tryin' to holla if she fine
That's a fact though
That's a fact though, that's a fact though
And we ain't ever goin' out sad, woah
Up the cash though
Quarterback, but I never been sacked, no
Bad bitch but I hit from the back though
Don't know how to act, don't know how to act
Woah
That's a fact though, that's a fact though
I'm tryin' to holla if she fine
That's a fact though
That's a fact though, that's a fact though
And we ain't ever goin' out sad, woah
Tic tac toe, I need me a lil' mo (mo)
Flipped that dro when I needed a lil' dough
(dough)
Shipped that zip right to the front door
When the shit got slow
Seen some of the homies go
But, it's no love lost, soho loft
Right hand on that ass 'cause
That ass so soft
Other hand on my cash 'cause
They want what I got
But, you wouldn't under stand, you too soft
I got the sauce, I'm dipped in that butter
But what do you mean?
I mean I pull up on the scene too clean
I mean I keep a couple on the heem team
I'm obscene, you know the routine
This is not a test, this is not drill (nope)
Ain't no time to rest, ain't no time to chil
(nope)
Ain't no time unless that money is the convo
(word)
Then I'm like let's talk about it pronto
What you know about counting
Up the cash though
Quarterback, but I never been sacked, no
Bad bitch but I hit from the back though
Don't know how to act, don't know how to act
Woah
That's a fact though, that's a fact though
I'm tryin' to holla if she fine
That's a fact though
That's a fact though, that's a fact though
And we ain't ever goin' out sad, woah
Better get your grind on, my mind gone
Gotta keep the grass cut on my lawn
She already know I'm connected
Ain't gotta sign on
If you looking in the rough, I'm a diamond
(huh)
I mean a diamond, my girl from a island
(woah)
You couldn't walk a mile in the shoes I'm in
(no)
'Cause, I'm stylin', wylin' and I'm dialed in
One eight hundred hot sauce
You be lookin' mild
When I step in this bitch
Heads turn like "who that?"
Baby like "you that
" but I already knew that
They hate it when I do that
I be like too bad
All eyes on me feelin' like two pack
I meant to say Tupac, money in the shoebox
I was on the east coast
Running 'round a few blocks
Tryin' to get the guwop (and what else?)
Fuck my old girl
Yeah I'm fuckin' with a new bop
What you know about counting
Up the cash though
Quarterback, but I never been sacked, no
Bad bitch but I hit from the back though
Don't know how to act, don't know how to act
Woah
That's a fact though, that's a fact though
I'm tryin' to holla if she fine
That's a fact though
That's a fact though, that's a fact though
And we ain't ever goin' out sad, woah