Viper, Ice LaBell - Married To My Loot lyrics
[Viper, Ice LaBell - Married To My Loot lyrics]
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money
Put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot
Pistol fingers in the air
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money
Put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot
Pistol fingers in the air
Get 'em, got 'em, everything is got
Gone through clean trick, hard as a rock
G's showin' me much love
And they trippin' cause it's so real
Everything is chill, I'm acting ever ill
I'm deep in the game as
A nigga just rearrange
Things and change, and is never lame
See I'm running through the hood
Jumpin' over the fence
Cause I'm about to get paid
And somebody wanna kill this
Lyricist, gals runnin' after me
But I ain't trippin'
I don't follow purpose so they
Can't catch me slippin'
That's why I'm never hatin'
Hard from the duplicating
Still riding on daytons
Jumped out the proclamation of
Paper that I wanna see, the industry
Opened up by real ballers and G's
Who came up on the real rap game
Playas who established, and thug life paid
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money
Put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot
Pistol fingers in the air
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money
Put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot
Pistol fingers in the air
What where the ladies at?
All the thugs, where ya pistol fingas at?
Where the thugs that's ridin them benzos?
Deep on Lorenzo, slammin' big Lac' do's
Ridin on 4's, ridin in bimmers
Slammin' them Lac's aka holdin leeners
You know how we do, fat wad in the pocket
'Member when the boombox was
Plugged in the socket?
I see you pullin' out know what, big wad
Hundreds and fifties, oh my lord, oh my lord
Keep gettin' paid, that's what I'mma do
I'm just a young fool with a golden tune
Big playas see the shine
Coming from the chest
Diamonds and gold, recognize, get stressed
Like they told me last week, don't be fake
So I'm keepin' the truth to
The things I'm talkin mane
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money
Put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot
Pistol fingers in the air
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money
Put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot
Pistol fingers in the air
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money
Put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot
Pistol fingers in the air
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money
Put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot
Pistol fingers in the air
If you got your own money
Put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot
Pistol fingers in the air
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money
Put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot
Pistol fingers in the air
Get 'em, got 'em, everything is got
Gone through clean trick, hard as a rock
G's showin' me much love
And they trippin' cause it's so real
Everything is chill, I'm acting ever ill
I'm deep in the game as
A nigga just rearrange
Things and change, and is never lame
See I'm running through the hood
Jumpin' over the fence
Cause I'm about to get paid
And somebody wanna kill this
Lyricist, gals runnin' after me
But I ain't trippin'
I don't follow purpose so they
Can't catch me slippin'
That's why I'm never hatin'
Hard from the duplicating
Still riding on daytons
Jumped out the proclamation of
Paper that I wanna see, the industry
Opened up by real ballers and G's
Who came up on the real rap game
Playas who established, and thug life paid
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money
Put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot
Pistol fingers in the air
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money
Put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot
Pistol fingers in the air
What where the ladies at?
All the thugs, where ya pistol fingas at?
Where the thugs that's ridin them benzos?
Deep on Lorenzo, slammin' big Lac' do's
Ridin on 4's, ridin in bimmers
Slammin' them Lac's aka holdin leeners
You know how we do, fat wad in the pocket
'Member when the boombox was
Plugged in the socket?
I see you pullin' out know what, big wad
Hundreds and fifties, oh my lord, oh my lord
Keep gettin' paid, that's what I'mma do
I'm just a young fool with a golden tune
Big playas see the shine
Coming from the chest
Diamonds and gold, recognize, get stressed
Like they told me last week, don't be fake
So I'm keepin' the truth to
The things I'm talkin mane
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money
Put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot
Pistol fingers in the air
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money
Put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot
Pistol fingers in the air
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money
Put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot
Pistol fingers in the air
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money
Put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot
Pistol fingers in the air