Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money Low, artist - Big Scoob. Album song H.O.G., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.11.2016
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Money Low |
Shit, what you drinking boy? |
] Shit, whatever you drinking |
Well I only drink one can, so we doing Crown tonight |
Shit |
Alright |
Scoob! |
Scoob! |
What’s up with it? |
What’s going on with you big fella? |
What’s happenin' with it man? |
Man, you know I’m still trying to holler at you man. |
You know, I told you come |
over and fuck with me man |
Boy, you still trying to push that package. |
I done told you I ain’t pushing |
right now |
Scoob, Scoob, check this out man. |
I got everything you need. |
Just come over |
here and fuck with me man. |
No, fuck with me for real Scoob |
Alright, man look here. |
I’m gonna run in this store man. |
I’ll holler at you. |
You got my line. |
Hit me up |
Ay, I’mma hit you, alright? |
Alright |
Alright, hit you in a minute |
Woo |
Man, who that nigga? |
Man, that’s that nigga from LA I be telling you about man. |
Tryna push that |
package. |
I’m starting to think blood or rat |
Shit, you wanna knock him? |
Dirty game, fuck the rules when it’s hunger pains |
Everybody, anybody, they can get it man |
Judgmental, you can judge me, just don’t try to fuck me |
Shit get ugly for this money, blood, really trust me |
I done seen it, I done done it, I done played the game |
I’m older now, so I tried to find another lane |
But every now again, the devil creeps inside again |
The voices make my choices and reminds me just what violence is |
Rubbing on my callouses, slamming liquor, dial it in |
Switching on the heathen for the evening, blood I’m diving in |
Rolling in the Taurus, gripping on my Taurus |
Seventeen with the bean, headfirst I’m a Taurus |
Windows heavy tinted making sure they never saw us |
Mind ready for this fuck shit, way too late to duck this |
Duct tape and, the money or your fingerprints |
There’s ways to get my money, ain’t no way to get my fingertips |
When my money low, when my money low |
Ain’t no feelings, ain’t no love if I’m coming bro |
When my money low and my hunger grows |
I let the voices make my choices when my money low |
Time to run it bro for the bun or blow |
Anybody, everybody when my money low |
Switch to hunting mode as my hunger grows |
No peace, no sleep when my money low |
Hello? |
What’s up with it man? |
It’s Scoob |
Big fella, what’s going on? |
What’s happenin' man? |
You know, uh, hollered at my guys man. |
They say pull up |
Shit man. |
I mean, how many y’all need man. |
I got -- |
Woah, woah, easy! |
We on the phone, but uh -- |
Rat — Oh, my bad, my bad |
We on deck though man. |
I’m talking bout whatever you can handle, |
ya know what I’m talking about? |
Ah, say no more. |
Say no more. |
Imma get my shit together and I’ll pull up on you |
No pulling back, it’s set in motion rolling downhill |
My niggas hungry, ain’t no paper shaking 'round here |
Won’t think about it, niggas 'bout it so we all in |
You gotta get it how you live it, blood, tag me in |
A murder mission, the money’s coming, my motivation |
No getting distant, no running from me, my situation |
The underbelly, the fucking gutter’s my preparation |
So run it nigga, I’m greedy needing the explanation |
I ain’t sleeping, I’m sleep deprived and deprivation |
Pouring whiskey, I’m pissy, the only way to face it |
In the basement I’m hanging plastic, this shit is drastic |
Like a movie but real and ain’t nobody acting |
I only laugh to keep from crying, keep a clear mind |
I’m built for it by design, it’s a filthy grind |
On my soul I ain’t whole, got a debt to pay |
And Lord knows that I owe when I step away |
When my money low, when my money low |
Ain’t no feelings, ain’t no love if I’m coming bro |
When my money low and my hunger grows |
I let the voices make my choices when my money low |
Time to run it bro for the bun or blow |
Anybody, everybody when my money low |
Switch to hunting mode as my hunger grows |
No peace, no sleep when my money low |
Hey man, it ain’t gotta be like -- (muffled) |
Shut the fuck up nigga |
Hey big dawg, wanna deal with this problem in the future or you wanna end it |
now? |
End it |