Tony Shhnow - Match Up lyrics
[Tony Shhnow - Match Up lyrics]
Yeah, I'm telling you like no you don’t
You don't have it i'm telling you
You not a’ight you wanna go that route
I'm telling you, you don't have it
It's gon', take, you, a couple racks
To look like this
Young nigga stacking up the old chips
Pipe down, I can show you how to get it too
Since timepiece, I'ma need a minute too
His bitch took clothes off
Ice cream on my neck, she wanna get a scoop
She don't bring the money in
She gon' get the boot
No Pro Tools, got your ho in the loop
My trap drive through queue we in ten and two
May hit your pockets on interludе
Money talk but I don’t like interviеws
I’m one of those, if it's money, I’ma at you
Pack in make your face like bad food
Trap house lined up like the bathroom
Keep talking about smoke we'll match you
Seven grams in my Backwood and it's exotic
I just took his ho and bent
That bitch just like robotics
This rich nigga chronicles
She said boy I'm tired of you
The check on me is good to stop
So I ain’t even gon' start with you
If you ain't wanna see the moon then
Why you bring the star with you
If you ain't on the road to the money then
I ain't gonna hop in that car with you
I fell in love with the game but the
Money the only thing I argue to
These rocks on me ain't the same
On the court but I can't ball with you
Running up them numbers in my trap
The price is right
You could try something and this shit
Get ugly like a dyke my old head
He got some keys but her
Better know how to type
Don't trust us we nothing nice
Mud in my cup, my neck got ice
It's gon', take, you, a couple racks
To look like this
Young nigga stacking up the old chips
Pipe down, I can show you how to get it too
Since timepiece, I'ma need a minute too
His bitch took clothes off
Ice cream on my neck, she wanna get a scoop
She don't bring the money in
She gon' get the boot
No Pro Tools, got your ho in the loop
My trap drive through queue we in ten and two
May hit your pockets on interlude
Money talk but I don't like interviews
I'm one of those, if it's money
I'ma at you
Pack in make your face like bad food
Trap house lined up like the bathroom
Keep talking about smoke we'll match you