young scooter - money to blow lyrics
[intro: hoodrich pablo juan]
cook that sh-t up, quay
yeah, quay cooked this sh-t up, man
pablo juan cooked that sh-t up, man
[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
roll up the dope, gold on my rope
gotta stay in school young n-gg-, get hoes
go get that money and f-ck on your ho
take off the plug and it gon’ go for the low
pint come sealed, i just poured up a four
f-ck your career, i got money to blow
rich in the hood, i got bricks of the c-ke
ain’t gotta tell us sh-t, they already know
real in the trap, this ain’t no fairytale
bricks and bails, i keep breaking my scale
i cook with the mask, i can’t stand the smell
if your clique locked up, n-gg- i know you ‘gon tell
my shooters they ready, i pay ’em well
let my young n-gg-s ‘gon catch it and make a sale
diapers and baby bottles its a daycare
trap out the house, b-tch, you know we don’t stay there
[verse 1: hoodrich pablo juan]
come to the trap, have your money ready
i’m cookin’ it in the pot like spaghetti
havin’ raw dope, n-gg- this sh-t deadly
three choppers with me like ed, edd n eddy
i just want numbers, the fetty, them pesos
dope good like they was tastin’ the rainbow
don’t give no f-ck, i’ma f-ck on your main ho
bad ‘lil foreign b-tch, i think she albino
i done got rich but i’m still on the same road
workin’ two burners with the pot, django
racks in my skinnys, addicted to bank rolls
i know you wish you was a n-gg-, you ain’t though
still in the trap, i ain’t changed clothes
try me, i guarantee you get your brains blowed
gimme that head and that p-ssy, no -n-l
better have the pies, n-gg- i sell it, case closed
one thing i never did is pay hoes
can’t pay attention to these n-gg-s, they hoes
check my resume i’m straight out the bowl
reppin’ that dope, had to call out the hole
he started snitchin’ we call him a mole
stuffin’ the bricks in the back of the store
pablo the plug, b-tch, don’t ask what i sold
i jump in the foreign and roll up the dope
[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
roll up the dope, gold on my rope
gotta stay in school young n-gg-, get hoes
go get that money and f-ck on your ho
take off the plug and it gon’ go for the low
pint come sealed, i just poured up a four
f-ck your career, i got money to blow
rich in the hood, i got bricks of the c-ke
ain’t gotta tell us sh-t, they already know
real in the trap, this ain’t no fairytale
bricks and bails, i keep breaking my scale
i cook with the mask, i can’t stand the smell
if your clique locked up, n-gg- i know you ‘gon tell
my shooters they ready, i pay ’em well
let my young n-gg-s ‘gon catch it and make a sale
diapers and baby bottles its a daycare
trap out the house, b-tch, you know we don’t stay there
[verse 2: young scooter]
young scooter, pablo juan, and we making’ moves like pablo (jugg)
aston with the rose gold rims, and i got a murcielago (foreign)
we put the pounds on the road, and we put the bricks on the cargo (yeah)
anything i motherf-ckin’ say, i bet the street n-gg-s follow (street)
free ralo, spin the n-gg-‘s block with the fully-auto (brrat)
i got all this water on, i might need goggles ([?])
pay the b-tch extra she swallow, f-ckin’ bad b-tches, models
we go full throttle (count up), pop a hundred bottles (flex)
me and pablo juan, we get bails out the foreign (jugg)
i put the streets on curfew, i’m ’bout to set the alarm (for real)
no less than fifty racks, each watch i put on my arms (count up)
all i rap about is dope ’cause thats the way i was born (street!)
[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
roll up the dope, gold on my rope
gotta stay in school young n-gg-, get hoes
go get that money and f-ck on your ho
take off the plug and it gon’ go for the low
pint come sealed, i just poured up a four
f-ck your career, i got money to blow
rich in the hood, i got bricks of the c-ke
ain’t gotta tell us sh-t, they already know
real in the trap, this ain’t no fairytale
bricks and bails, i keep breaking my scale
i cook with the mask, i can’t stand the smell
if your clique locked up, n-gg- i know you ‘gon tell
my shooters they ready, i pay ’em well
let my young n-gg-s ‘gon catch it and make a sale
diapers and baby bottles its a daycare
trap out the house, b-tch, you know we don’t stay there
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