Lyrics:
the billionaires
Handing out these questionnaires
Asking is this really what we should wear
Working nine to five and five to nine
Just to get a dime to pass by
We
my way
V.L., UPT, The ward? 13th
I represent no matter what, respect or check me
Let me live through round 1, and it's all on you
I retaliate, you
with the frog eyes
Selling dope a nigga should be top five
Got extended clip inside a Glock .9
It was never times I forgot mine
If a nigga trippin',
Don't move 'cause I got like fifty-five keepin' it live
Tight niggas trapped with rockets, pointed at ya eye sockets
Throwin' ninety-nine joints at ya
California with some new shit
I'm Sir Too Short I'm bout to do this
In 1981, that's where it all begun
We do it for the money we don't rap for fun
Five
I'm Sir Too Short, I'm bout to do this
In 1981, that's where it all begun
We do it for the money, we don't rap for fun
Five dolla's fo' a tape, Too
was realer than me
I'm 'bout to take 'em 4th quarter
I can feel it in me
Catch 'em on the inbound
Watching for the shot clock
5-4-3-2-1, pull up for
Almost got caught cause the dumb bitch talked
How much you makin? What we're doin, wouldn't live that
How much my V cost and where my cash stash at
But
(T)he town of Holcomb Kansas
Stands on a lonesome plain
Farmin’ there’s a hard row to hoe
Hardly ever rains
The good people who live there
By
Motherfucker I'm on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick ho
I'm 5'5 but I could six nine
Then beat that pussy like Klitschko
It's French Montana, fuck Joe
It's
the car house and the smoke, with the dope money (c'mon)
All my niggas that died, over dope money (let's go)
Bust your nine niggas, side by side niggas
But we the heaviest
Live lawless, exemplify gorgeous
My whole team holdin' torches in Air Forces
BQE connection, we spittin' don raps
Thirty-five
Throw your muthafucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga don't ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max nine fives I,
Walk on the moon, flow
see that every day, just so many ghetto tears
In the ghetto)
Age 11 looking out of a ghetto building
Mom and 5 of us little ghetto children
I
don't wanna work a job, motherfuck a 9 to 5
Every time I get a check, what I really get? Robbed
Livin in America, this shit is a facade
But you gotta
often
But we stay on our grind, though them boys is watchin'
We do it 9 to 5 trying to hustle and strive
Some do it for the system that just keeps us
lives
They had 9 shots, and they hit
Now I'm ghosting, while they boasting
Till I shoot my shot and it click click click
They driven by bringing us down
wanna fuck me
Don't be scared, just say, "Hi"
(Hi) g5 (G5) , left 'em behind (Phew)
And I'm so big, these other niggas knee-high
(High)
Uh, deep nine (Uh)
the cup
Look baby girl, that's what's up
Slide by my side bitch house in the cut
Put the 9 on side when I side in the cut
I shake I shook in, peep out
just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)
[Chorus]
(I've got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give)
the Poconos
I'm sunny and you must suck collagen dose, Calogero
Ride the whip, 5 on the hip, live with the pies got 9 for the flip
High with a bitch, she cry
Yeah, this is a story about a famous dog
Doggy Dogg that is
That smooth macadamian, aka Silky Slim
Back in the motherfuckin' house for nine-trey
Why
motherfuckers mind
I pop the 9, you pop the 9
And all y'all motherfuckers dyin'
We gon drive by
We walk up and do these Niggas out the game
We sell 2 shot,
twenty-five
But I'm already drowning
So early in my life
With my car from nineteen ninety-nine
And my clothes out of season
My roots are all grown out
I can't
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