Tony Shhnow, 10kDunkin - STRUGGLE TO PESOS lyrics
[Tony Shhnow, 10kDunkin - STRUGGLE TO PESOS lyrics]
(BenjiCold, why you icy?)
(DJ Lil Keem, what up?)
This ain't nothing I ain't seen before
I go up just like some Tesla doors
I touch money then I want some more
She talk too much, she hit the door
When she do too much, she gotta go
Told myself, I gotta blow
She make a scene, we turn it to a show
Tell me something that I don't know
Drop a pin, that boy a no-show
I got some hoes that stay in NoHo
You gotta keep it on the low-low
I keep that fire on me, I can't go
Run to them racks, can't twist my ankle
This stick got kick, I changed my angle
We turned his hat into a halo
We turned that struggle to them pesos
I turned my struggle to some racks
Foreign cars parked back to back
There's one way out and I can't look back
With a bad ass bitch and
She getting in the mood
When the streets get hot
Better know how to play it cool
Counting up them old hundreds but
When he see me, act new
Counting up them old hundreds but
This stick on me not
You ain't gotta be a dad
You could play and get popped
We don't play with no pops
Keep a strap, Velcro
But I'm having big knots
Big-ass Drac' make a nigga heart drop
She keep going 'cause that check don't stop
I'm sitting, kickstand
I can't punch no clock
I can't fuck with these niggas
'cause niggas like bitches
They end up switching up anyway
I'm in the trap, up a hundred K
Twisting my wrist up in the kitchen
I ain't making Minute Maid
I put a four in the Gatorade
Foreign lil ho and she wanna go
Play with her nose today
I got 'em pissy like lemonade
I was dead broke on my ass but
A young nigga made a way
Just me and my niggas, can't take away
Like 10K took a AK
Counting chicken, she can serve it out JJ's
Underground king, hall of fame mixtape
No replay, hall of fame, who tape?
No replay, this shit I seen
My check good but this bad bitch mean
Keep tryna test us, you gon' see what I mean
This ain't nothing I ain't seen before
I go up just like some Tesla doors
I touch money then I want some more
She talk too much, she hit the door
When she do too much, she gotta go
Told myself, I gotta blow
She make a scene, we turn it to a show
Tell me something that I don't know
Drop a pin, that boy a no-show
I got some hoes that stay in NoHo
You gotta keep it on the low-low
I keep that fire on me, I can't go
Run to them racks, can't twist my ankle
This stick got kick, I changed my angle
We turned his hat into a halo
We turned that struggle to them pesos
(DJ Lil Keem, what up?)
This ain't nothing I ain't seen before
I go up just like some Tesla doors
I touch money then I want some more
She talk too much, she hit the door
When she do too much, she gotta go
Told myself, I gotta blow
She make a scene, we turn it to a show
Tell me something that I don't know
Drop a pin, that boy a no-show
I got some hoes that stay in NoHo
You gotta keep it on the low-low
I keep that fire on me, I can't go
Run to them racks, can't twist my ankle
This stick got kick, I changed my angle
We turned his hat into a halo
We turned that struggle to them pesos
I turned my struggle to some racks
Foreign cars parked back to back
There's one way out and I can't look back
With a bad ass bitch and
She getting in the mood
When the streets get hot
Better know how to play it cool
Counting up them old hundreds but
When he see me, act new
Counting up them old hundreds but
This stick on me not
You ain't gotta be a dad
You could play and get popped
We don't play with no pops
Keep a strap, Velcro
But I'm having big knots
Big-ass Drac' make a nigga heart drop
She keep going 'cause that check don't stop
I'm sitting, kickstand
I can't punch no clock
I can't fuck with these niggas
'cause niggas like bitches
They end up switching up anyway
I'm in the trap, up a hundred K
Twisting my wrist up in the kitchen
I ain't making Minute Maid
I put a four in the Gatorade
Foreign lil ho and she wanna go
Play with her nose today
I got 'em pissy like lemonade
I was dead broke on my ass but
A young nigga made a way
Just me and my niggas, can't take away
Like 10K took a AK
Counting chicken, she can serve it out JJ's
Underground king, hall of fame mixtape
No replay, hall of fame, who tape?
No replay, this shit I seen
My check good but this bad bitch mean
Keep tryna test us, you gon' see what I mean
This ain't nothing I ain't seen before
I go up just like some Tesla doors
I touch money then I want some more
She talk too much, she hit the door
When she do too much, she gotta go
Told myself, I gotta blow
She make a scene, we turn it to a show
Tell me something that I don't know
Drop a pin, that boy a no-show
I got some hoes that stay in NoHo
You gotta keep it on the low-low
I keep that fire on me, I can't go
Run to them racks, can't twist my ankle
This stick got kick, I changed my angle
We turned his hat into a halo
We turned that struggle to them pesos