Tony Shhnow - Gary Vee lyrics

[Tony Shhnow - Gary Vee lyrics]

(I really like to use cash)

Young nigga with a dream to make it out old
Somewhere in the traphouse breaking down O's
Working with a tool on us like Lowes
None of my niggas clean clothes, can't fold
Keep a bad bitch ten and I stay ten toes
Niggas hate me cuz I don't move like a hoe
Sit down, class in
I could put you on the road
Playing with them presidents
How you get put on a pole
They be talking no sense
So I make dollars on my own
We speak to the streets
We got money on the phone
VV's like rock, keep a pocket full of stones
She see me and she cream, no cone
Play green and the chop sing, they need tone

You need me but I don't need you
She give me loud top
Tell that hoe fall through
If we ever need a sucka nigga, I'll call you
If my brother out here shooting
Nigga Imma ball too
If the police come, Imma act brand new
I don't know shit like a in a room
Shawty want my seed so I
Fuck her off the shrooms
Trapping like a bitch
She can smell it through the fumes
Having like a lick, I be capping like a fool
He thought that was it till
We draw like cartoons
He thought he was hot till
That Kel Tec cooled him
You don't gotta lean shit but
My niggas still school em
Everybody eat bread
Tryna be a rich kid like Skooly
You could be clipped dawg
Life ain't no movie
Ain't shit free out here
Except for these groupies
Counting up chicken
Don't get hit with a two piece

Young nigga with a dream to make it out old
Somewhere in the traphouse breaking down O's
Working with a tool on us like Lowes
None of my niggas clean clothes, can't fold
Keep a bad bitch ten and I stay ten toes
Niggas hate me cuz I don't move like a hoe
Sit down, class in
I could put you on the road
Playing with them presidents
How you get put on a pole
They be talking no sense
So I make dollars on my own
We speak to the streets
We got money on the phone
VV's like rock, keep a pocket full of stones
She see me and she cream, no cone
Play green and the chop sing, they need tone

She said the game fucked up, we need you Tony
You don't gotta say much
We believe you Tony same niggas they forgot
But now everybody know me
Most niggas you can't be everybody homie
In the trap like Trish do my
Dirt all by my lonely
Yeah you getting money but you
Is not the owner
Treat the beef like bologna
Turn your shirt ravioli
Chilling with my side hoe
Pussy hit like macaroni
Young nigga with the old guys, no nursery
With the hoodrats but they
Act like Howard University
Blue hunnids, red fifties
My pockets got diversity smoking meds
But I cut that kale just like surgery
If it ain't a emergency don't hit my
Phone unless it's about the currency
Motivation to the streets, I'm a trap house
Told your bitch don't worship but she still
Gon drop down on her knees
Working for the racks, keep a stack
We just get the cheese

Young nigga with a dream to make it out old
Somewhere in the traphouse breaking down O's
Working with a tool on us like Lowes
None of my niggas clean clothes, can't fold
Keep a bad bitch ten and I stay ten toes
Niggas hate me cuz I don't move like a hoe
Sit down, class in
I could put you on the road
Playing with them presidents
How you get put on a pole
They be talking no sense
So I make dollars on my own
We speak to the streets
We got money on the phone
VV's like rock, keep a pocket full of stones
She see me and she cream, no cone
Play green and the chop sing, they need tone

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