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Back At It
02:34
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Chorus: Wake up thank the lord for another day, then it's back to the paperchase, brush my teeth and I wash my face, then it's back to the paperchase,
go get it get it gotta go get it get it x2
Verse:
I’m back at it, hustling to get the cabbage,
a money addict, if I see it then I gotta have it,
These niggas lacking, I’m paperstacking,
gotta make it happen, I’m up in the morning bout to get it cracking,
wash my ass brush my teeth, right back to the streets,
or in the studio just fooling with the beats,
or out-of-town presidential suite, making plays with my peeps,
to get the cheese, man we all about the G’s,
I’m a hustler homie, Wal-Mart yeah you know I keep some customers homie,
you ain’t touchin’ us homie, my money doubling homie,
while I’m grinding you be sleeping man that’s horrible homie,
came a long way from eating spam and bologna,
married to the money yeah thats holy matrimony,
go together like its cheese and its pepperoni,
black card the same color playstation by Sony,
getting bread like Montana first name be Tony
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2. |
Run It Back
03:44
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Give that bitch to me, Give that bitch to me (chant)
Chorus:
If we talkin’ bout this money watch me run it back,
I be grinding all about my paper stacks,
if we talking bout this money watch me run it back,
I’ma run it back 4-2 flat
Verse1
Feelin’ like Ladanian when I be up in that Charger,
gettin’ to the money like that nigga Marion Barber,
I don’t have to lie, don’t need no alibi,
when I’m gettin’ to the money I run it out the I,
depending on myself I’ma go and get this green,
I’m ten toes down they ain’t seeing me,
quarterback the cash they say it’s down three,
when I’m up in the huddle just give that bitch to me,
coach call the play them haters playing D,
4.2 up in the forty they ain’t seeing me,
hater try to make me fumble hit em with the jook,
hit the hole running like that nigga reggie bush,
fourth and goal the crowd up on they feet,
touchdown shawty I’m gettin’ to the G’s,
get it “G” I’m getting to the goal,
they say T ain’t getting money even Bo knows,
Chorus:
If we talkin’ bout this money watch me run it back,
I be grinding all about my paper stacks,
if we talking bout this money watch me run it back,
I’ma run it back 4-2 flat
Verse2:
The QB done pitched the QP to LIL T,
told me run it up the 2 hole between the 60,
middle man I can get you straight, I would quarterback the play,
but the plug say that we was straight,
fourth and long and I’m trying to get the first,
and you know we make a lot on the 15th and 1st,
let me run it I don’t play fake shit,
I might dump left and then a nigga dump right quick,
run it up the middle touchdown hometeam,
no celebrating we back to paperchasing,
might go white jersey when I’m out of state,
on the visitors side nigga in our neighborhood getting cake,
no cheerleaders just a bunch of groupie sluts,
coach said the steelers out so we might have to take the BUS,
and I can’t let em jack shit, yeah I got that 4.2 so nigga here’s some offense
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3. |
I'm All In
03:21
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Chorus:
Ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ stackin’ stackin’ stackin’,
getting to the money gotta make it happen,
I’m All In, I’m All In, I’m All In, I’m all in
Hit the mall ball out,
shop til we drop nigga fall out,
I’m all in, I’m all in, I’m all in, I’m all in,
T Verse:
I’m all in yeah I’m head first,
out here shining on you boys cause you know I put in work,
and I came from the bottom so I know what its worth,
man I think you niggas pussy won’t you lift up your skirt,
see me flexing hard when I pull up at the club,
pull up at the club man these girls wanna fall in love,
I get these chicks wetter than a mf’n tub,
Cash cow nigga man I’m all about my bucks,
I’m in here like what’s up, in here like oh man,
stack stack ball ball yeah I got them bands,
hit the mall like all day, money come in all ways,
spent so much in here they thinking that I ball play,
Chorus:
Verse 2:
I’m all in, I’m all in, guaranteed balling
don’t answer the phone unless its money calling
that’s often, hit the mall no matter what the cost is,
I’m dropping - ten stacks when I go shopping,
keep green like I’m in Boston, no flopping,
I’m fly (zoooom) astronauting,
they say I’m the isshh and I ain’t squatting,
horse on my shirt oh yeah its trotting,
I’m Polo down in all black sorta like the SWAT is,
Caution!
Hit the stage I rock this,
too fly no room up in my cockpit,
like my girls like my whip topless,
damn my flow sick it must be nauseous,
man I’m shining bright man you niggas need some polish,
I’m flawless, regardless, up in Neiman Marcus,
I’m Lexus riding player man you boys up in Taurus,
keep more grants than Horace, chain is enormous,
no rent I just pay mortgage, keep 0’s like I’m scoreless,
Ballin
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Intro:
She a go-getta, ain’t worried bout no nigga,
got her red bottoms on couple karats on her finger,
Bebe, BCBG, and that Louis,
got her own crib her whip game stupid,
that ass straight foolish,
Chorus:
Shawty love the money, yeah I love it too,
so if you love the money like I love the money
what the fuck is we gone do,
Shawty say she like me.... but she love the money
shawty love the money oh yeah she love the money
Shawty say she like me.... but she love the money
shawty love the money oh yeah she love the money
Verse:
Met her at the bank while she was dropping stacks off,
I asked her did she work at Magic City she had them racks dog,
she said nigga please I work in that real estate,
I was miss JSU when I went to J-State,
I asked her were you a Delta or maybe an AKA,
she said no SGRho or Zeta I didn’t pledge greek because I’m straight,
I be doing me, I pledge money phi money I’m addicted to the cheese,
I love getting G’s,
I said I love the money too, so what is we gone do,
we get together baby we can make some mills or two,
shawty got my number said that I was speaking her language,
she love the way I talk about them Jacksons and them Franklins
Chorus:
Plaboi Verse
She had a scrumptous body, certified hottie,
infatuated with bags, Gucci Prada,
wasn’t worried bout the tag she just through em on the counter,
pulled some stacks up out her make up bag rubberband and through em on the counter,
that’s a large amount of cash you gonna do a count?
she said I like to do math so I do my own counts,
plus its coming so fast had to go and get a vault,
she either fucking with the jackboys or riding with the soft,
carried on the chat and we exchanged numbers after that,
the attraction was mutual business before pleasure,
she immediately got penciled in to my schedule,
then we had brunch came up with a strategy,
the big pay off Ocean 11’ it,
I tell you anymore then I would have to kill ya man,
I tell you this much we took a bath in the Benjamins,
what more can I say we both love getting this money man
Chorus
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5. |
LIL T 601 speaks
00:57
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6. |
I Gotta ft. Confetti
03:02
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Chorus: I Gotta (repeat)
T Verse:
Super duper steelo got me balling like a dog,
spend a couple bands when I hit Metro mall,
hit the dealership and grab that thang up off the lot,
no note up on the whip man I gotta cop the drop,
get my mama out the hood yeah I gotta do it,
call up Mike tell him make my chain stupid,
hit the club with my partnas man you know we fresh to death,
no taaka in my cup man we drinking top shelf,
leave the club with the baddest chick on my arm,
the watch on my wrist man it gotta match the charm,
i’m balling on these haters that just something I gotta do,
keep my pockets stuffed like it is a parachute,
Chorus:
Verse 2:
Put on for hood man you know I gotta rep,
stack up so much money I can’t count it by myself,
no record deal but still got the game on lock,
be the middle man and make a profit off them blocks,
crank up the whip, smash on the road,
gotta get half before I book a show,
gotta rock the hemi if I’m gonna ride the Charger,
gators on my shirt if I’m gonna rock Lacoste,
gotta stay on my grind Monday - Sunday,
Louis V luggage everytime I hit the runway,
keep it 100 in every situation,
everytime I talk its a money conversation,
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7. |
M-O-N-E-Y
03:20
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Chorus:
M-O-N-E-Y, M-O-N-E-Y
money money money money money on my mind,
M-O-N-E-Y, M-O-N-E-Y
money money money money money on my mind,
I love getting paper, I love getting doe,
I’m married to my money I’ll never let you go,
I love getting paper, I love getting doe,
I’m married to my money I’ll never let you go,
Verse:
US dollar currency, paper, yen, chedder cheese,
married to my money mane holy matrimony,
paper, guap, stacks on deck, cake, and fettucini,
mucho dinero, benjamin franklin, is my wifey,
it entice me,
to just do it like Nike,
federal reserve under my mattress,
CashMoney like I’m Atrice,
I’m John Madden in the game ya’ll boys just practice,
my money keep going in circles like it was in axis,
I’m rapping - but money you better respect it,
my money falling out the sky like blocks on Tetris,
I’ma euro chaser, a money racer,
I take money on dates with me cause I’m a caker,
paper been engaged since birth,
I married money early cause I knew what she was worth,
M-O-N-E-Y on my mind at all times,
money flowing through my veins I guess it’s in my bloodline
Chorus:
Verse2
Married to the paper baby but you can hold the rice,
I’m all about my bread now do you want a slice,
all mighty dollar yeah financially tight,
me LEFT with no money that would not be RIGHT,
oh yeah I’m out of sight, I’m bout them funds,
I’m bout my riches lil daddy I cannot do no crumbs,
I need that hard cash oh yeah that legal tender,
I can’t do minimum wage I’m bout them six figures,
she said fuck the currency because she all I need,
I told her wait one second let me check my balance sheet,
she talking Freelons, she talking about them dubs,
I told her I’m VIP at the investment club,
I’m papered up, a check writer,
I married money first because there’s no one like her,
M-O-N-E-Y on my mind at all times,
money flowing through my veins I guess its in my bloodline
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8. |
She Workin'
04:06
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Chorus:
Pull up at the club damn I’m looking good,
superstar status fresh up out the hood,
catch me on the floor with this bad yellow pro,
she backed it up backed it up, and dropped it down low,
now watch her
work, work , work, work, x2
Verse:
Me and my click,
paper chasing gettting rich,
posted up by the bar,
big stacks oh god,
aww mane look at that,
shawty there she bad,
stilletos high heels,
that ass can’t be real,
she know how to twerk,
all eyes on her,
uh oh she bounce it like Beyonce,
gone and get this money
Chorus:
Verse:
Shawty still on the floor,
geeked up popped one more,
patron shots to the head,
sorry I don’t stanky leg,
I just do this,
get money take trips,
she working like a slave,
shawty gone get paid,
ooh ooh you a fool,
that ass made for two,
big booty bow legged
long hair get bread
Verse3:
Last call for drinks,
that pussy nuvo pink,
I ran outta bills,
hand stand back flip,
shawty bad ooh wee,
back room VIP,
thats a private dance,
shawty do it with no hands,
yeah yeah like that,
that thang too fat,
one song to go,
she twerked once mo,
Chorus:
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9. |
Up Up & Away
03:55
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Intro:
Up Up Up and Away we go x4
Chorus:
Everybody know that we stars (yeah we stars we stars)
In the hood you know we hustling hard (we hustling hard we hard)
hit the club bout fifty deep, no waiting in line we VIP,
patron, rose, grey goose all drinks on me,
shopping spree with plenty stacks,
leave the mall with plenty bags,
yeah that’s the life we chose.....crank it up to the max
Verse:
LIL T 601 I’m cranked up to the max,
trunk on bang like the sonic boom in the back,
a BET special man they say my pockets too fat,
Lexus on the front I love MS all on my tag,
I’m so clean head to my feet,
graduated from the style now I’m the dean,
man I love the money money all I need,
they say that I’m addicted man they need to intervene,
stunt stunt ball ball everyday,
ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ like I play for the NBA,
Up up up away and I’m gone,
cranked up to the max wipe me down cause I’m on,
Chorus:
Verse2
Time piece enormous baby check up out the watch,
Asteroid belt because this thang is filled with rocks,
pull up in that spaceship I bet your girl gone jock,
the whip got some pretty feet so the paint where flip-flop(s),
I’m burning up I think I’m too hott,
bank account looking like the lotto jackpot,
I’m balling baby where’s my mascot,
my life is like a movie sit back just watch,
I’m so high I’m never landing,
one word for my style call it outstanding,
the diamonds in my ear man these things is gigantic,
up up up man we bout to leave the planet,
Bridge:
Up Up and Away we go x4
Chorus:
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10. |
Bubble Gum Paint
03:19
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Verse 1
Drop the top sunday afternoon, flexing in a coupe,
only made for two, ostrich on the seat got it looking like a zoo,
woodgrain on the the dash like its bamboo,
paint dripping like them ribs at a barbeque,
on the front got the 20s on the back 22’s,
whip changing colors looking like a cockatoo,
rims steady choppin’ sorta like its ginsu,
hawaiin shawty call it hono-lu-lu,
on the northside kickin’ it with the jacktown ju’s
speakers in the trunk bouncing like a kangaroo,
spaghetti tires so I call it ragu,
whip so clean like its dipped in shampoo,
I’m a big dog baby them boys is shih-tzu,
454 it sit under the hood,
the leather so soft charmin tissue,
Chorus:
Bubble gum paint, Yokohama tires,
drop the top, then ya boy ride,
and I’m...peddle to the flo
I swerve and I swang
peddle to the flo
I swerve and I swang
Verse2:
Horses in the hood speeding like Talledega nights,
swanging through the city running red lights,
the whip so cold you could some frost bite,
pipes stay growling like they got an appetite,
seats on recline.. system on smash,
custom design.. foot upon gas
let the top back swerve to the left,
40 cal under the seat that’s for auto-theft,
balling balling balling.. speeding in the fast lane,
screens steady falling.. clear coat paint,
paint stay wetter than a damn hurricane,
put my new school up jumped in my John McCain,
that’s that antique mane, I’m flyer than a plane,
straight jacket shawty the whip is insane,
24 inches thats that grown man,
peddle to the floor I swerve and I swang
Chorus:
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11. |
LIL T 601 speaks 2
00:43
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Chorus:
My niggas in the trap, my niggas in the trap,
dope boy status all across the whole map,
gone get your money nigga move the whole pack,
gone get your money nigga count up them stacks,
Verse1:
I done seen a lot of shit,
I done seen my nigga sit there and break down them bricks,
I done seen my nigga sit there and bust down them bails,
so fuck that shit T I ain’t trying to go to jail,
cause you know I gotta work this thang out,
got some babies tryna keep some food up in they mouth,
my daddy wasn’t around, my daddy wasn’t too,
he said well shit my nigga I ain’t trying to have them like me and you,
so I’m gone take this year make it stretch ten ways,
hope the lord forgive me for my sins and my mistakes,
I told my nigga just don’t make it no career,
play the work like Whodini and make it disappear,
cause the trap you’ll be dead or in jail,
he told me hold 10 stacks down just in case he need bail,
and thats my nigga I’ll do what it take,
I said a prayer to the man pray he keep my nigga safe
Chorus:
Verse2:
Big cuz got popped mama asking was he with me,
I told her naw mama dog I just be sticking to the beats,
but really though we were in Wayne County getting them thangs for the cheap,
moving it out the house when she was gone to D.C.
and Victamone got caught up man he sold to a Narc,
they locked my nigga up for a couple years he was in the pen with the sharks,
and man I visit my lil nigga yeah sneak him in some shoes,
you know holding my nigga down cause thats what real niggas do,
me and Pla-Boi came to J-State tried to get away from the hood,
but really though these streets they just no good,
MBN got my nigga but that was a minor setback,
we hustling we hustling man we trying to bounce back,
told my nigga be careful cause the streets will take you under,
don’t fall victim to the game cause one move can make you crumble,
these my niggas these my niggas I’ll do what it take,
I said a prayer to the man pray he keep my nigga safe
Chorus:
Verse3:
I never knew how a rapper could glorify the cocaine,
knowing its a price you gotta pay to the dope game,
acting like they never sold a twenty they were always the birdman,
all the youtube with the dope and the work mane,
real niggas don’t do that shit, they get paid and get money,
put a little back for the rainy days cause every day it ain’t sunny,
jackers they ain’t playing they’ll kick in the door with the ski mask,
ducktape your ass up, ask you where the work at
these niggas aint understanding gotta stick to the G-Code,
half these niggas aint your friend most of these niggas turn foe,
snitch on you had 10 years but they only gotta do four,
damn damn damn dog where did the time go,
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13. |
You Gonna Need Me
04:08
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Intro:
Your gonna want me back in your arms,
you gonna need me one day, you gonna want me back
in your arms,
Verse1:
Stuck up in a never ending race for the cheese,
you was my down chick you told me nigga don’t leave,
what I do? left you at the crib lonely and thinking,
while I’m out here on the grind chasing Jacksons and Franklins,
Trying to keep the money coming in,
but in the process I lost my best friend,
I was on the rode in a different city,
thinking to myself if I had another chance would I do it different,
You told me I never find a girl like you I said whatever,
You said “I’m serious you gone realize that I’m special ”,
I was so focus I had my eyes on the cheddar,
had to write this song cause I don’t do four page letters,
You said I’d never find a girl like you,
she might fuck me real good but they ain’t like you,
they might cook and clean shawty but it ain’t the right the food,
I’m like fuck it I’ll make due,
WE THROUGH
Chorus
Your gonna need me, Your gonna want me back in your arms x2
Verse2:
Been a few years trying to shake the love off,
so raw how me and you done came so far,
apart from the good and bad no in betweens,
I’m out living my dreams, you see me on your tv screen,
but my heart beat to another drum,
and you baby girl you like my metronome,
my mama told me find a good girl don’t do her wrong and try to keep her,
don’t be chasing after girls that want your VISA,
what I do, different show on the road, fucking hoes,
hotel suite getting my dick blowed,
eyes closed but I got you up on my brain,
ironically this chick here she on the same thang
You told me I’d never find a girl like you,
she might fuck me real good but she ain’t like you,
she might cook and clean shawty but it ain’t the right the food,
I’m like fuck it I’ll make due,
WE THROUGH
Verse3:
I’m a bad bad boy but I make mistakes,
I was in the streets trying to get my big break,
get a deal so maybe me and you can be straight,
but then my name blowed up I moved from state to state,
you up at crib trying to hold the fort down,
and I’m on the road and I don’t even really come around,
the arguing and the fussing and all of the accusations,
is weighing on my patience, I got no times for wasting,
You say I’ll miss you, I tell you don’t hold your breath,
to tell you the truth I left apart of myself,
when I left I guess, trying to get the wealth,
and chase a big check, but I left you all in the distress,
you said I’ll never find a girl like you,
she might fuck me real good but she ain’t like you,
she might cook and clean shawty but it ain’t the right food,
I’m like fuck it I’ll make due,
we through
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14. |
Feeling Like A Mill
03:53
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Chorus:
Never thought I’d have shit but baby I got it,
stacks on deck falling out my pocket,
never thought I’d make it I’d been struggling so long,
now I’m feeling great cause baby I’m on,
and I’m feeling like a mill-i-on, (feeling like a million)
feeling like a mill-i-on dollars,
feeling like a mill-i-on, (feeling like a million)
feeling like a mill-i-on dollars,
Verse:
I came up from the bottom, making moves with the sharks,
this ain’t no movie dog but I learn to play my part,
in ATL my daddy was working hard,
but I’m in Mississippi and mama is unemployed,
never thought I’d make it this far cause the odds were stacked against me,
my mama told me pray and the lord will forgive me,
so I said a prayer to the man, told him to hold my hand,
and you know what? he gave me a chance,
cause my Honda turned into an Acura,
and my Acura into a truck,
and I went from a dollar now I’m feeling like a miilion bucks,
never had no Jay’s, cause we didn’t have no cake,
but now I think about it all of that done fade away,
cause I’m stepping out so fresh so clean,
and I’m in magazines, and I’m done struggle dog,
now I’m living my dreams,
cause I’m stepping out so fresh so clean,
and I’m in magazines, and I’m done struggle dog,
now I’m living my dreams,
Chorus:
Verse 2:
Huh I’m feeling like a mill,
and I ain’t no cowboy but I be rounding up them bills,
and I always dreamed about it never thought it would be real,
cause I struggle so long I thought that’s just how it is,
then them labels started calling me asking bout a deal,
they say dane boy you tight and you got that mass appeal,
cause I hustled at the store with the cd’s and the beats,
and I never thought that this would be the way that i would eat,
cause I done struggled, I done struggled so long,
thought this was a rap but I am living this song,
cause I came from a crumb now I’m sitting at a loaf,
and I jumped off in that water and now your boy float,
and I guess I’m living proof that you can make it this far,
cause I came from Queensburg now I’m chilling with the stars,
and I came from the Avenue now a nigga stuntin’ hard,
man I don’t deal with fate man I had to change my cards,
Chorus
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15. |
Shoutout 2 Da DJ
03:18
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Chorus:
I’m up up in this bitch, me and my click,
one hand on my cup the other on a chick,
bouncing round the club act a fool up in this bitch,
shoutout to the Dj for playing for shit, (repeat)
Verse:
VIP action I don’t do the line,
my style off the meter my style one of a kind,
i fall off in the club the DJ say my name,
he like gone head T gone head and do the thang,
if you with us you good if you ain’t then you can’t,
bottle after bottle drank after drank,
pour it up my nigga aye its ya birthday,
we gone blow this money drank it if ya thirsy,
baby girl shake it she shake it so fast,
got damn baby what you doing with all that,
the DJ know my name the DJ play my track,
dropped my record once and he brought it right back
Chorus:
Verse2
Shoutout to the DJ for playing my song,
I’m feeling myself I’m on that patron,
two shots in bottle of goose and bottle of henn,
couple rounds ordered up for all my friends,
one bottle two shots three and four,
patron, grey goose, and that Mo,
I’m a player I don’t really do no dance,
but shawty shaking like she got a hemi in her pants,
middle of the floor just doing my player strut,
all the gangsters in here just throwing they click up,
got the bottles flowing like a Rose ocean,
the strobe lights got ya boy moving in slow motion,
send a drink to the DJ for being my amigo,
cut the track up jam it for all my people,
on your mark get go,
Go Shawty Go Shawty Go Shawty Go
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16. |
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Chorus:
You gonna take me out to get something to eat? (I don’t chase pussy no pussy chase me)
You gonna take me out on a shopping spree? (I don’t chase pussy no pussy chase me)
We in the club you gonna get me something to drink? (I don’t chase pussy no pussy chase me)
Pussy Chase Me, Pussy Chase Me (I don’t chase pussy no pussy chase me)
T Verse:
Shawty looking at me like she really wanna say something,
told me in my ear that she really wanna drank something,
I said you think I’ma buy it girl you better leave,
I don’t chase pussy no pussy chase me,
I ain’t one of these niggas that’s trying to impress you,
girl you see we balling out so what’s all that lame talking about,
I guess that she get that often,
thought I was gone be one of those dudes that be boppin,
thought I was gonna be one of those dudes take her shopping,
girl you got me fucked up that is not an option,
I’m a big spender me and my compadres,
so when I tell you hell naw don’t look at me sideways,
It’s still tricking if you got it, so don’t think I’ma be coming out the pocket,
don’t think I’ma be coming out the wallet,
she on it, she on it, but simping I can’t condone it
Chorus:
Big Hurt Verse:
It’s too late for all that coulda woulda shoulda did,
I had the bait but you wouldn’t bite cause I was kinda big,
well hell I’m still big pockets mane even bigger,
but now you wanna holla cause you heard I be that nigga,
how you figure that we straight, cause I lost a lot of weight,
cause you heard a nigga balling and you know my paper straight, (yo paper straight?)
Yeah hoe, get that through your head though,
never nothing less so you know I be the best hoe,
the rest doe be self explain, just like how I forgot your name,
tryna figure how a nigga keep it real and stay the same,
see I don’t change my clothes do, just like all you hoes do,
get my paper fuck you haters just like I’m suppose to,
rode through you standing out, looking with your panties out,
wishing that you would’ve took the chance to see what I’m about,
well I’m about some gutta shit, girl I gotta gutta chick,
no coincidence no tricking, now yo ass all on my dick
Chorus:
T Trotta Verse:
I’m trying to see you put your nose where your toes be,
I know I see you out there chilling where them hoes be,
you said you want a freak yeah thats what you told me,
I whispered in your ear and the bed squeak slowly,
I beat the pussy up everyway I know how,
with your ass in the air and your head on the ground,
let me hit it from the back I’ll break your damn spine,
give your boy a little head you’ll blow my damn mind,
blow this I’ma blow the damn pine,
if you don’t make me nut then you blow my damn time,
if you blow my damn time, then you blow my damn grind,
and my grind is my shine and these hoes want mine,
I like it when you got your hands down on your knees,
dancing all nasty with it you ain’t nothing but a tease,
but I don’t gotta chase pussy pussy chase me,
doolie truck mounted up you know how these hoes be
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17. |
LIL T 601 speaks 3
00:35
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18. |
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Chorus:
Know you see me shining, see me shining, see me shining,
know you see me shining, see me shining, see me shining,
spotlight on me, spotlight on me,
Know you see me shining, see me shining, see me shining,
know you see me shining, see me shining, see me shining,
spotlight on me, spotlight on me,
Verse1:
Dane did you see woodgrain leather seats,
rims six inches deep, 22’s on the feet,
whip is Japanese, L in the middle of the steering wheel
yeah that’s that Lexus luxury,
I’m in my townhouse player at the door wipe your feet,
look up at the wall man them projector screens,
Freelons VIP,
paparazzi swaggin’, Cash Cow shit, Underground Celebrity,
plenty bags when I’m in the mall shopping see,
stop by the store to get these shades they,
five star restaurant to get something to eat,
steak well-done shrimp and fettucini,
been balling I ain’t gotta talk about my cash,
but sometimes a nigga just like to show his ass,
pull up at the light man I make them haters mad,
nigga so fresh look like it came up the wrap
Chorus:
Swine flu chain man they say that I’m the sickest,
this dog tag cost more than your biggest,
autograph shawty they screaming taking pictures,
when you hit the stage all they hear is crickets,
first class flights when I go to take a visit,
bank teller said that I got too many digits,
that little check man I made that there in interest,
All-star game man I got them floor tickets,
sitting next to Kobe wife and Jada Pinkett,
oops my bad I’m sorry that you missed it,
no price on it but I know thats it’s expensive,
can’t pronounce this restaurant but I know that its exquisite,
got so many pesos like mi no speak no english,
all I see is money got Scrooge Mcduck vision,
spotlight on me you can’t help but pay attention,
all sales final nigga where is my commission,
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19. |
10s,20s,50s
05:15
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(24-7, hustle around the clock, straight getting it in, all muthafucking day nigga)
Chorus:
We countin’ 10s, 20s, 50s, and Bens (thats right)
10s, 20s, 50s, and Bens, (thats right)
10s, 20s, 50s, and Bens, (thats right)
24/7 man we straight getting it in (x2)
Verse1
I’m a survivor straight up out the hood doe,
lil nigga use to hustle hard at the hood store,
big cuz schooled me to the game at an early age,
told me lil cuz make sure that you getting paid,
L-town bring the best out a nigga,
if we short with the work then we stretch it out my nigga,
what you thinking cuz, real niggas know the truth,
make a killing sittin’ in the front of fucking blues,
hoping that the blue lights don’t come through,
hustle all night from the morning to the noon,
trying to bounce it back making sure that it boom,
cause its a hot summer, yes my niggas do numbers,
and every nigga in my hood don’t got a jumper,
but we keep the food on the plate,
they a fool with the weight,
what you know bout make it shake,
cause every dollar count,
and we gone get this money nigga that’s what we about
Chorus:
Verse2:
24/7 man we straight gettting it in,
only got one life you gotta hustle to win,
and I’ma hustle til I tap out, but I will never tap out,
I’m like them google boys man I got this shit mapped out,
I’m MS, L-town yeah them my peoples,
came up under real niggas that taught me the G-code,
10s, 20s, bens making money since my youth,
now I’m a major player making deals through the bluetooth,
God bless the hustle I been down for a minute,
but the one thing about the world its gone keep on spinning,
I’ma ride it like a bike, nigga taking flight,
make a gball every single night,
yeah you know me nigga, hustle hard best believe i can show it nigga,
only got one shot you bet not blow it nigga,
countin’ 10s 20s and bens we getting guap,
paper player power moves making deals to the top,
Chorus:
Verse3:
Stayed from the trap cause I had a different route,
but I’m good up in the trap if it don’t work out,
stayed up on this music cause it helped me to cope,
and thanks to this music I will never be broke,
shoutout to my hood cause it made me me,
and thank god for the original OG’s,
told me stay down hustle don’t lose my aim,
taught me bout the streets and all about the game,
so I’ma count these 10s 20s and fucking bens,
keep it real with the real and count my ens,
shoutout to my city the whole L-town nigga,
you know how we get down nigga,
turn a nickel into a whole damn paper plate,
extra flour add it up yeah thats some extra cake,
we on the grind making major plays,
what up Victamone I’m glad you made it home safe (lets go)
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ML the Truth Chorus:
Cash Cow everything on me, cause my homies going in and out the penitientary,
and my mama ain’t got to work no more I make sure that she eat,
I’m the cash cow, everything on me
Verse:
Lord lay me down to sleep I pray, that all my worries in the world will go away,
I gotta get paid, but I can’t make mistakes, navigating through this life,
trying not to wreck on this road to success, I’m just trying to survive,
cause a lot of folks depending on me, I gotta succeed,
my mama gotta eat, rent due and I gotta keep the heat on and the
muthafucking lights too,
looking in the mirror like what would Christ do,
but I’m out here in the mix of this stupid shit, like fuck it and I’m getting pissed,
like dammit why I wasn’t born rich,
why my pops in the A on another tip, with some other kids,
and I’m stuck in the Sip with the roaches in my chips,
and police wanna see me slip but I can’t let them get me,
I’m tryna blow up I’m tryna take my real niggas with me,
its conflicting when your life shifting and dope still getting pitched in,
tryna not go down that route, tryna take care of two house,
and I’m on the road doing these shows trying to show them what the Sip be bout,
yeah my life so hectic, I got so many questions for God,
like damn why my life hard, but fuck it I gotta move on,
tryna stay strong got the world on my shoulders tryna keep my weight up,
my niggas keep they weight up, but this rap I just can’t wait up,
I feel like its a nightmare like damn when I’m gone wake up,
I pay my own dues I don’t owe nobody favors,
cash cow you think its bout some money shit,
we out here grinding cause the hustle hard campaign is hungry bitch,
late night grinding until its sunny shit,
rain sleet or snow running through it til we done with it,
like Yola I can’t let up, get knocked down get right back up,
referee trying to count ten seconds, you think I’m stressing,
don’t count these seconds just count these blessings,
while you stay second guessing, I’m like my DJ.... I’m straight finessing,
expressing my life, expressing my thoughts,
my aspirations of having more paper than a vault,
my niggas ain’t gotta move that hard or soft,
we out here grinding til we make it to the top
CASH COW.
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LIL T 601 Mississippi
LIL T 601 is independant hip-hop artist from MS. He is heralded for his charisma and story-telling abilities. He has managed to build a solid fanbase through grind and dedication.
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