Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shoutout to My Money, artist - CobraDate of issue: 11.04.2010
Song language: English
Shoutout to My Money |
| You a dime, get up |
| You fine, get up |
| You a dime, get up |
| You fine, get up |
| I had to come through and let you know who it be |
| It’s that nigga V — I — P — E |
| Viper, catching boys slipping |
| Deep in the game while haters steady tripping |
| All these boys suspect, dropping mix tapes |
| I’m dropping real albums like fools drop grapes |
| What’s up partner, you see a G on his grind |
| I know you hating, watch me drop the deuce one time |
| And I ain’t even tripping because I’m deep in the game |
| Stars call me boyfriend, I done forgot their name |
| Got three right now, about to hit 1 — 8 |
| Two hitting it tonight and one I’m hitting it later |
| And that’s what I’m hitting |
| And I’m patient because all of the dimes I’m splitting |
| Superstars and models |
| That’s when I roll, I don’t mash the throttle |
| Get up |
| You a dime, get up |
| You fine, get up |
| You a dime, get up |
| You fine, get up |
| Ever seen a G |
| Stepped in the spot and have stars at his knees |
| And you ain’t know who it be |
| Til you hit VIP, and seen it was |
| V — I — P — E — R |
| It’s gravy being a rap star |
| Especially when you want to knows how to ball |
| Except it’s hard to find hookers when you’re dunking on a model |
| Cars looking for a spot constantly on move |
| Gotta Lee' like the way you’re moving to the groove |
| Do it baby girl, gone and work it for your boy |
| Let me get in the pants, it’s like a brand new toy |
| I’m like a kid in a candy shop |
| These stars are looking in for my lollipop |
| And when I step out |
| They running up on me like I done got shot |
| Get up |
| You a dime, get up |
| You fine, get up |
| You a dime, get up |
| You fine, get up |
| Get up |
| You a dime, get up |
| You fine, get up |
| You a dime, get up |
| You fine, get up |