Z-Ro - The Crown lyrics
[Z-Ro - The Crown lyrics]
They keep on knocking on the do' homie
My phone keep on ringing
You're so good they don't care
If they piss me off, they keep on banging
So much codeine in this bitch
Might as well keep on dranking
No matter how many times I spray
The hallway gon' keep on stanking
At 5-50 a bag
I get one of them like everyday
Fresh pair of 87's 280 bricks
And a V-neck everyday
When you with Z-Ro it ain't no stealing
We divide what we get everyday
I'm talking like 4 to 5 to 6 digit's
I'm trying to see that everyday
Them alphabet boys
Know how much I paid to get
This thang off the lot
They always talking bout backpacking
Gotta keep prestigious whips off the block
Y'all stepping n the work like hopscotch
Then got the nerve to let it cost a lot
I ball all that and trash it
And I sell my shit
Now what you call boss or not
Every other head, is wearing the crown
Same thing that builds me up
Is tearing me down
I another tax bracket, wearing a frown
Chasing money all the time, barely around
I'm just a hustler
(yeah) , I'm just a hustler (yeah)
I'm just a hustler (yeah)
I'm just a hustler serving my customers
Serving my customers
(yeah) , serving my customers (yeah)
Serving my customers (yeah)
In the rain the sleet or the snow homie
I can go anywhere and get do' homie
I'm a real go getter
One thing you'll never hear is I
Ain't got no mo' homie
800 for the 28, or 6-50 for a twenty
I can get you whatever you need
If you can afford that many
I'm going fed up in this bitch
Ain't no mo' rock for rock
Whenever I ride up in a new ride
Haters be like this shit got's to stop
Who you what they talking about me
And I ain't the person that got them blocks
Ol' bout day one ass nigga
You the main reason the block been hot
Try to catch me red handed
With the circles on me
Investigate me for murder homie
Gotta be a real nigga times fo'
And a whole lot mo'
To be in my circle homie
I blew all of this right here right now
Cause I ain't bring it all with me
If she's ugly she needs to leave
If she's bad then she can roll with me
I gotta pay a couple leases
And a couple of mortgages buying cars
Like I'm in the drive-thru ordering
Look mean in public
They like one day if we should bother him
All the bitches look good
Look like I'm sleeping with all of them
Patton leather shell toes
Leather not pleather bitch
Y'all niggas balling for the moment
I am forever rich
Even when I'm not trying to get a bitch
I'ma get a bitch dirty clean clothing
Me and Nique I held it every stitch
I'll sell water, to a drowning man
I am that much of a hustler
Personal with my customers
Ask Bubba ask Frenchie, ask Lin
So much money in this shit
You better get your ass in
My phone keep on ringing
You're so good they don't care
If they piss me off, they keep on banging
So much codeine in this bitch
Might as well keep on dranking
No matter how many times I spray
The hallway gon' keep on stanking
At 5-50 a bag
I get one of them like everyday
Fresh pair of 87's 280 bricks
And a V-neck everyday
When you with Z-Ro it ain't no stealing
We divide what we get everyday
I'm talking like 4 to 5 to 6 digit's
I'm trying to see that everyday
Them alphabet boys
Know how much I paid to get
This thang off the lot
They always talking bout backpacking
Gotta keep prestigious whips off the block
Y'all stepping n the work like hopscotch
Then got the nerve to let it cost a lot
I ball all that and trash it
And I sell my shit
Now what you call boss or not
Every other head, is wearing the crown
Same thing that builds me up
Is tearing me down
I another tax bracket, wearing a frown
Chasing money all the time, barely around
I'm just a hustler
(yeah) , I'm just a hustler (yeah)
I'm just a hustler (yeah)
I'm just a hustler serving my customers
Serving my customers
(yeah) , serving my customers (yeah)
Serving my customers (yeah)
In the rain the sleet or the snow homie
I can go anywhere and get do' homie
I'm a real go getter
One thing you'll never hear is I
Ain't got no mo' homie
800 for the 28, or 6-50 for a twenty
I can get you whatever you need
If you can afford that many
I'm going fed up in this bitch
Ain't no mo' rock for rock
Whenever I ride up in a new ride
Haters be like this shit got's to stop
Who you what they talking about me
And I ain't the person that got them blocks
Ol' bout day one ass nigga
You the main reason the block been hot
Try to catch me red handed
With the circles on me
Investigate me for murder homie
Gotta be a real nigga times fo'
And a whole lot mo'
To be in my circle homie
I blew all of this right here right now
Cause I ain't bring it all with me
If she's ugly she needs to leave
If she's bad then she can roll with me
I gotta pay a couple leases
And a couple of mortgages buying cars
Like I'm in the drive-thru ordering
Look mean in public
They like one day if we should bother him
All the bitches look good
Look like I'm sleeping with all of them
Patton leather shell toes
Leather not pleather bitch
Y'all niggas balling for the moment
I am forever rich
Even when I'm not trying to get a bitch
I'ma get a bitch dirty clean clothing
Me and Nique I held it every stitch
I'll sell water, to a drowning man
I am that much of a hustler
Personal with my customers
Ask Bubba ask Frenchie, ask Lin
So much money in this shit
You better get your ass in