Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Or That, artist - Fly Union.
Date of issue: 02.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
This Or That |
And mu’fuck a friendship |
It’s the brothers that I came wit' |
Who I’ma stay wit', who I’ma leave wit' |
I ain’t a killer but don’t push me |
Shit can get Sam Cassell, real ugly |
It’s like nobody fucking wit' me |
Swear these women still tryna take my virginity from me |
Don’t tell me you like it when you love it |
And don’t wear Kobes to the club them shits ugly |
But Dom know I fuck with Other Peoples Money |
OPM, Greater Than Club get the money |
It’s not a secret if you tell somebody |
No I ain’t never sold dope, if I did I wouldn’t tell nobody |
L-look, I get stupid but I’m no dummy |
Now I don’t know enough about the money |
But I know, today was a good day — everyday is Friday |
Ice cubes in the ice tray, we cold chilling |
The girls been here but the money’s on the way |
If I was you I would stay |
Stay the fuck out of the way |
I’m ahead of my time, I’m rewriting history |
When I write rhymes at the same damn time |
Private jets and safe sex that’s on my mind |
Purple Label suits and Benz coupes, the world is mine |
Don’t wait for me, I’m on my own time |
I’m just shooting for the stars like they stole my shine |
I told her, you can get with this |
Or you can get with that |
But this is where it’s at, my nigga |
This is where it’s at |
Somehow, some way, just get paid |
My girl a black fat ass, strawberry short… cake |
In the kitchen now pulling out cakes |
Built this bitch two hundred and ten… days |
Floor to ceiling just me and my niggas |
Dirt work middle finger to the system |
Brainwash niggas, no clue about the business |
Or the stolen land mass or the people that they tricking, uh |
Abra Cadabra blow the smoke in the mirror |
Yea, rearrange your perception |
Chop shop cut it, a nigga put walls up |
Cold ass nigga, the cars they frost up |
While you rolling no A/C |
Somewhere between Lil Uzi and HD |
Rolled up cone just put a nigga to sleep |
Put in a little work at the lab with Doc B |
Calm down bitch I road rage a lane |
All that shit and it just don’t sound the same |
I don’t say much, just flash the house keys |
Pass you niggas, flash hazards, then I laugh at you |
EPA still gassing you? |
Yea, Uncle Sam still taxing you? |
What, still money on my mind |
Two houses to pay off, what the fuck is a day off? |
Two cars to service, one girl that deserve my undivided attention |
Try my best to listen |
But most days I be spaced out |
Stressed out cause I made my own route |
Made the whole block the way I flipped the house |
The way I gets it in and how I gives it out |
Handful of friends, no kids, a spouse |
You is what you is, you in or you… out |
I said I wouldn’t cuss, but fuck it |
I was young and naive, and this is Christmas eve |
You can’t sleep on me, you might miss something |
It’s once in a lifetime, hope you recording this |
I… stay in the mix like 'I' |
Uh, this is all I know |
It’s a bathing Bankreau dipped in rose gold |
Shining like the sun or the |
And any car put a gold hoes |
Then I’m out like summer time and winter clothes |
Niggas know but you gotta tell niggas know |
I need mo' Moet just to po' on the flo' |
It’s the champagne spitta, party and bullshitta |
OG Bathing Ape gorilla |
Pre-game shot taker, this shit is a layup |
The realest don’t gotta say it and I don’t say much |
Feel like Bron driving a stick, so clutch |
I want it all but I don’t really need much |
I know to you it might look like beginner’s luck |
Butt fuck shmuck, I’ve been doing it since I was a pup |
Uh, and I do this for my people |
Still trapping in the Regal |
But my trap is so legal |
I’m still ill with it, you gotta deal with it |
I’m still independent with zero dependence |
And I ain’t never going to jail, don’t even like visiting prisons |
My nigga King said I’m on a mu’fucking million dollar mission |