Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Snow Money, artist - Bun B. Album song Trill O.G., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.08.2010
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Snow Money |
| Say mayne, I had this pussy ass nigga come up to me the other day… |
| You know what I’m sayin? |
| Talkin 'bout «say Bun B, Bun B you gon' rep for P-A on this album?» |
| I said «you bitch ass nigga, I am P-A, who the fuck is you nigga?» |
| Know what I’m sayin? |
| Everybody know I rep for Port Arthur, Texas to the fullest |
| Who the fuck know you nigga? |
| Don’t nobody know you but your mama ho ass nigga |
| Move around nigga… |
| I’m some on P-A shit, know what I’m talkin 'bout? |
| P-A trill nigga, I was born ready bro |
| Our here on the grind, rain or shine, for the Fetti bro |
| Work comin in and movin out with the steady flow |
| Boys out of line, pull the thing out, let it go |
| Always G’d out, blacked out, from my head to toe |
| And it ain’t a question that I be out to get the dough |
| Call up my connect, get the powder in from Mexico |
| Late night, come across the border in the Chevy ho |
| Get it for the low, if you need a plug, let me know |
| I get it from him, you come to me for the petty coke |
| That’s the way the cycle go around like a merry go |
| Round, put it down for my town, they already know |
| Every time I try to get away, I can’t let it go |
| Plush lifestyle, fly cars and the pretty hoes (pretty hoes) |
| So play your distance by scenario (what's up?) |
| Load up the van, let’s hit the highway, here we go (here we go) |
| We hit the road and get the snow money |
| Bring it home, take it to the mall, blow money |
| Hit the strip club, take it out, throw money |
| Then get back up on the road and get mo' money |
| Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') |
| Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') |
| Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') |
| Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') |
| You know it’s «UGK 4 Life» and I’m a ride for that |
| Disrespect the game and I can’t let you slide for that |
| It don’t really matter where ya people try to hide ya at |
| Cause I’m a find ya, pull up behind ya, apply the MAC |
| Milli on the really, +I'm a G+, bonafide for that |
| Talkin' down on the Underground, you get denied for that |
| Where I come from, lot of pussy niggas died for that (where?) |
| Port Arthur, Texas, I got a lot of pride for that (huh) |
| So when we hit the road, haters better hide your hat (why?) |
| We hittin' licks with them bricks and them ninety packs (damn) |
| I hit this over twenty bro, it ain’t no lie to that |
| Sting 'em for 300K and now I got to ride it back (so what ya doin?) |
| I’m lookin' for the laws, where ya hidin' at? |
| (I see 'em) |
| Pull me over, I’m the decoy, fly for that (let's go) |
| Oh yeah, I’ll take the speeding ticket, where ya sign for that? |
| Cause the dope and money never in the car I’m ridin' at (ride it back) |
| We hit the road and get the snow money |
| Bring it home, take it to the mall, blow money |
| Hit the strip club, take it out, throw money |
| Then get back up on the road and get mo' money |
| Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') |
| Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') |
| Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') |
| Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') |
| And now we back up in the hood, where we 'sposed to be |
| In the back, countin' up them stacks that we 'sposed to see |
| Pussy ass niggas (niggas), ain’t even gettin' close to me (at all) |
| They know I’d have they mama prayin' with a rosary (for real) |
| And I’m a put another hole where they nose should be |
| If they ever think of the position of opposin' me (damn) |
| A couple rounds plus a thought that probably froze 'em |
| We gon' lay a nigga down cause we +Feenin like we Jodeci (hold up) |
| They on the streets talkin' 'bout that they exposin' me (what?) |
| Exposin' what? |
| I’m a open book, close it G (close it) |
| You talkin' tough but we know you just posin' see |
| And I’m a leave 'em stiffer than a mannequin (with holes in he) |
| You ain’t friends, then you foes with me |
| And we can go to war definitely nigga, not supposedly |
| I’m not your average, I’m the chosen G |
| And if your money ain’t snow money, best to get it frozen G (cause we) |
| We hit the road and get the snow money |
| Bring it home, take it to the mall, blow money |
| Hit the strip club, take it out, throw money |
| Then get back up on the road and get mo' money |
| Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') |
| Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') |
| Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') |
| Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') |