Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grand Hang Out, artist - Nelly. Album song Sweat, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Grand Hang Out |
| I see you niggas out here rentin' and leasin' these cars |
| Frontin' like you buyin', buyin', buyin', buyin |
| Claimin' that you makin so much paper but I know |
| That I know that you a liar, liar, liar, liar |
| Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out |
| Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out |
| Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out |
| If you ballin' then quit the stallin', let a grand hang out |
| Uh, uh, uh, c’mon! |
| Hey, yo, I pull up so aggressive nigga, hoppin out the thang |
| Ice drippin' wet like I just hopped up out the rain |
| My picture perfect pose like I hopped up out a frame |
| Ain’t a coach on the planet that can take me out the game |
| My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King |
| A Midwest rider like my dirty Jesse James |
| The CEO of Derrty, and he go by Cornell Haynes |
| Mean-muggin' all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame |
| I’m like uh-oh, there he go-oh |
| A hundred and twenty up Natural Bridge in that Mo-Mo |
| Slippin' and slidin', look how he ridin' pass the po-po |
| He blazin' that fire behind the they don’t know, oh |
| Whoo! |
| I’m really thinkin of changin' my name to Krispy Kreme |
| I’m do-nuts nigga, let me tell you what I mean |
| I’m paper chasin', chasin' the paper, you chasin' dreams |
| My money’s getting stronger like it’s takin' Creatine |
| I see you niggas out here rentin' and leasin' these cars |
| Frontin' like you buyin', buyin', buyin', buyin |
| Claimin' that you makin so much paper but I know |
| That I know that you a liar, liar, liar, liar |
| Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out |
| Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out |
| Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out |
| If you ballin' then quit the stallin', let a grand hang out |
| Uh, uh, uh |
| My pockets like Wyclef Jean, a few G’s |
| We them locksmith boys, we keep a few Kis |
| Caterpillar pimp, that butterfly whores |
| Lamborghini spreewells, butterfly doors |
| Some’n like McDonald’s when I move in packs |
| Quarter-Pound Supersized bullets and Big Mac’s |
| House longer than I-70, arise ten stories |
| And I still Rob niggas just like Horry |
| Everybody hate on Young Tru boy |
| Cause they know that the nigga on fire, fire, fire, fire |
| Rap phenomenon — soon as the album drop |
| Artists don’t eat like the month of Ramadan |
| Dirty this, Dirty that, guess I’m a Dirrty cat |
| Sellin' niggas some chickens, rob 'em get the birdies back |
| Plumber of the game, that flood the state |
| In a stretch Phantom, with more Windows than Bill Gates |
| I see you niggas out here rentin' and leasin' these cars |
| Frontin' like you buyin', buyin', buyin', buyin |
| Claimin' that you makin so much paper but I know |
| That I know that you a liar, liar, liar, liar |
| Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out |
| Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out |
| Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out |
| If you ballin' then quit the stallin', let a grand hang out |
| Uh, uh, uh, Joey Crack! |
| Yeah, they lease and we buy 'em, we peace and they crime |
| They dyin' cause we street, keep heat, and keep firin' |
| Y’all know, top of the world’s my motto (Uh) |
| Anna Kournikova, baby girl’s my model (Uh) |
| All I wanted in life is to be a soldier |
| Now you can find me with chicks just doin yoga |
| Meditation that Marley, the hydraulics |
| You heard Big, go check the Brown, they might hire you |
| High definition to any form of telecast |
| Me and young Derrty got plenty hoes and hella cash |
| All I need is a minute to shatter your dreams |
| And we about to sell more than Avril Lavigne (Bitch!) |
| And all I do is rep the hood where the jugs be |
| Can’t help it if the folks at MTV love me |
| Y’all see the T.S., we shinin', come to the B-X, we grindin' |
| Y’all wanna be us keep trying, we buyin', he’s lyin' |
| I see you niggas out here rentin' and leasin' these cars |
| Frontin' like you buyin', buyin', buyin', buyin |
| Claimin' that you makin so much paper but I know |
| That I know that you a liar, liar, liar, liar |
| Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out |
| Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out |
| Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out |
| If you ballin' then quit the stallin', let a grand hang out |
| Uh, uh, uh, ladies! |
| We like, «Fuck that, I need a stack» |
| And like, forty-nine to go with that |
| I’m quick to, tell a ho her flow is wack |
| The type to, cop the jersey, throw it back |
| See I can stunt and tell a chick «Yo let your man hang out» |
| Since he frontin' like it’s nothin, let a grand hang out |
| Fuck a handout, I been getting' guap since way back |
| Can’t wait to see they faces when I drop the Maybach |
| You lyin', you claim you buyin', but you rentin' and leasin' |
| If you pimpin' and niggas spendin', where’s the paper you seein'? |
| Stop stallin', I’m ballin', call me Sheryl Swoops |
| Can’t stand the backseat driver, that’s why I cop the Coupe |
| Yeah, a Benz SLR with the darkest tints |
| So explicit valet hesitant to park the shit (Errt!) |
| I’m like a block away and the whip be startin' (Uh) |
| Oh God, it’s Remy Martin! |
| I see you niggas out here rentin' and leasin' these cars |
| Frontin' like you buyin', buyin', buyin', buyin |
| Claimin' that you makin so much paper but I know |
| That I know that you a liar, liar, liar, liar |
| Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out |
| Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out |
| Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out |
| If you ballin' then quit the stallin', let a grand hang out |