Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Things We Be Doin' for Money, Pt. 1 , by - Busta Rhymes. Release date: 26.11.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Things We Be Doin' for Money, Pt. 1 |
| Huh, yeah, fuck that |
| Niggas go out to get it |
| Niggas is out there holding until I see niggas |
| Niggas is out there holding |
| Starving nigga, fuck that, I’m a broke nigga |
| And I gotta see any nigga out here holding something |
| Fuck that |
| Everyday, me and my son stay scheming |
| On how to maximize the level on day to day creaming |
| While you remain faking |
| Yo, I ain’t tolerating, no mistaking |
| We on the move to study paper-making |
| Round up the whole squad quick |
| Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit |
| Before I solidify manslaughter, my unit form on the street corner |
| We surprise like fiends in disguise |
| Laying for the right shit so I can receive another grand prize |
| Greeting niggas like a homeless nigga |
| The way it happened son, you’d never figure |
| How the homeless nigga gun is much bigger |
| Now give me everything you walking with |
| And everything your man is holding |
| Even the watch that got the platinum molding |
| And as the situation start unfolding |
| You scared to death you little bitch, go ahead |
| Report it stolen, see what happen |
| Cocks drawn nigga, holding my dick |
| Wilding for the night, splurging with my click from the fit |
| Open like a motherfucker, itching and ready to do the next stick |
| Get any my nigga dit can pick |
| What you said I said even if it causing bloodshed |
| Getting paid for even if we robbing a fucking chicken head |
| Word to mother son, I ain’t fronting |
| I’m taking everything I been always wanting |
| So I continue to peep out |
| In the jam will be the most blinded |
| Rob 'em in the corner bounce to the bar |
| With they money and buy drinks with it |
| I stay on some real trife shit |
| Test your life shit or even stab you on some knife shit |
| Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it |
| Then I want it, then I take it |
| Leaving niggas ass naked |
| Sometime I know it seems so shocking |
| How you the next victim to be listening of the sounds |
| Of a trigger cocking |
| All in your ears, cold steel all against your face |
| I feel your blood chilling, your heart racing at a rapid pace |
| And if you thinking that’s strong |
| I dare you even to flinch wrong, fuck around you feel the full five long |
| The victim contemplating what to do |
| Or how the fuck top get out of the situation that he’s going through |
| This nigga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clapping |
| Bet y’all niggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened |