I get the cash I get it
I get the money I get it
I turned them to hundreds and spend it
I light up the green like spinach
Whole lotta shopping am drippin
She sipping on lean she drinkin
She pop her a pill she trippin
I'm driving a coupe am spinnin
Six foot nigga dread head Ima snatch you
Little bitch sniff white got a lotta tattoos
Ima go slipping while she calling me Gandoz
Pardon me bitch cause did what I had to
I said let's get it go get it then we get it
If I knew about it gotta know I f*ck with it
Shawty shout my name still paying for a visit
Pricks say shit thinking Ima give a ticket
Dreads on my head lookin' like a bunch of snakes
Aint f*ck wit them cause they don't know what it takes
Big booty poppin' outta her jeans seeing cakes
Black coupe high speed, I forgot about the brakes
I'm eating on her cushy, ain't done with that
Smoke lotta weed got the eye of a bat
They say how you did it, cause I got it from a slat
Say no cap bitch spit all facts
Big ups to Em, big ups to Smalls
Big up to Jay, Proof, Pac and Nas
Time to listen close if you're far behind
Listen to me close while I cock my nine
Right outside is this place of crime
Tryna figure out if the fault is mine
Guess I'll never know cuz I shut the blinds
And made these fools cry out their minds
Thinking back to when Pac was alive
He taught us how to rhyme and live our lives
Now that he's gone Shady had to rise
And no sky is the limit so he chose to fly
Right up top to where the greats reside
Where no wack rapper, could ever step inside
No offense, but it seems like
Everybody's fake ideas
Got me feeling like I'm 3 stacks
While I'm murderin' em freestyles
As the legendary Royce da 5'9 once said
The effort has to go into the art, not the wave
Everybody talkin' about they own their masters
But if the music don't age well, it don't matter
It's like you own a hundred percent of nothing
Know your value
Curlyone - Spinach Value (feat. The Bar) Lyrics
Curlyone - Spinach Value (feat. The Bar) Lyrics
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I get the cash I get it
I get the money I get it
I turned them to hundreds and spend it
I light up the green like spinach
Whole lotta shopping am drippin
She sipping on lean she drinkin
She pop her a pill she trippin
I'm driving a coupe am spinnin
Six foot nigga dread head Ima snatch you
Little bitch sniff white got a lotta tattoos
Ima go slipping while she calling me Gandoz
Pardon me bitch cause did what I had to
I said let's get it go get it then we get it
If I knew about it gotta know I f*ck with it
Shawty shout my name still paying for a visit
Pricks say shit thinking Ima give a ticket
Dreads on my head lookin' like a bunch of snakes
Aint f*ck wit them cause they don't know what it takes
Big booty poppin' outta her jeans seeing cakes
Black coupe high speed, I forgot about the brakes
I'm eating on her cushy, ain't done with that
Smoke lotta weed got the eye of a bat
They say how you did it, cause I got it from a slat
Say no cap bitch spit all facts
Big ups to Em, big ups to Smalls
Big up to Jay, Proof, Pac and Nas
Time to listen close if you're far behind
Listen to me close while I cock my nine
Right outside is this place of crime
Tryna figure out if the fault is mine
Guess I'll never know cuz I shut the blinds
And made these fools cry out their minds
Thinking back to when Pac was alive
He taught us how to rhyme and live our lives
Now that he's gone Shady had to rise
And no sky is the limit so he chose to fly
Right up top to where the greats reside
Where no wack rapper, could ever step inside
No offense, but it seems like
Everybody's fake ideas
Got me feeling like I'm 3 stacks
While I'm murderin' em freestyles
As the legendary Royce da 5'9 once said
The effort has to go into the art, not the wave
Everybody talkin' about they own their masters
But if the music don't age well, it don't matter
It's like you own a hundred percent of nothing
Know your value
I get the money I get it
I turned them to hundreds and spend it
I light up the green like spinach
Whole lotta shopping am drippin
She sipping on lean she drinkin
She pop her a pill she trippin
I'm driving a coupe am spinnin
Six foot nigga dread head Ima snatch you
Little bitch sniff white got a lotta tattoos
Ima go slipping while she calling me Gandoz
Pardon me bitch cause did what I had to
I said let's get it go get it then we get it
If I knew about it gotta know I f*ck with it
Shawty shout my name still paying for a visit
Pricks say shit thinking Ima give a ticket
Dreads on my head lookin' like a bunch of snakes
Aint f*ck wit them cause they don't know what it takes
Big booty poppin' outta her jeans seeing cakes
Black coupe high speed, I forgot about the brakes
I'm eating on her cushy, ain't done with that
Smoke lotta weed got the eye of a bat
They say how you did it, cause I got it from a slat
Say no cap bitch spit all facts
Big ups to Em, big ups to Smalls
Big up to Jay, Proof, Pac and Nas
Time to listen close if you're far behind
Listen to me close while I cock my nine
Right outside is this place of crime
Tryna figure out if the fault is mine
Guess I'll never know cuz I shut the blinds
And made these fools cry out their minds
Thinking back to when Pac was alive
He taught us how to rhyme and live our lives
Now that he's gone Shady had to rise
And no sky is the limit so he chose to fly
Right up top to where the greats reside
Where no wack rapper, could ever step inside
No offense, but it seems like
Everybody's fake ideas
Got me feeling like I'm 3 stacks
While I'm murderin' em freestyles
As the legendary Royce da 5'9 once said
The effort has to go into the art, not the wave
Everybody talkin' about they own their masters
But if the music don't age well, it don't matter
It's like you own a hundred percent of nothing
Know your value
Writer: Mohammed Albar, Raed Boqary
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid