Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oil Money, artist - Freddie Gibbs. Date of issue: 02.08.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oil Money |
| Where do we have to go? |
| I don’t know, let me know where we end up |
| Cause I’m not about to sit and watch it get us |
| Just picture the stickers is on it |
| And its flashy, flauntin‘, funny but them people only want that gold to pawn it |
| I need that gold to wear it on the court like I’m Jordan |
| Performin‘, I’m scorin' way more than I’m supposed to |
| And I’m lookin' way better in person than my photos |
| But lets not talk about me |
| Lets talk about this |
| If it’s too hot, then take your hands off |
| Pass it like Joe Montana |
| Champions |
| Hats off, salute |
| Now what do you look forward to, the landing or the take off |
| Get back, cause them Apes I gotta Harlem Shake off |
| I got the paint; |
| I just need some shit to paint on |
| This is a lullaby |
| Not intended to make you cry |
| But to open up your eyes |
| And in this lullaby |
| You got to do right |
| Before you die |
| Before you die |
| Cleveland nigga, wintertime I catch a flight to somewhere sunny |
| Come to visit |
| Fuck yo couch they shouldn’t have gave us niggas money |
| For the honeys |
| Like they woulda said in ‘94 |
| Bumpin' Jodisee, and anything I say’ll prolly go |
| While we smoking in that ‘Lac truck, headed to the mall |
| Now we coppin' even though I left my wallet in the car |
| Yeah she got it, deposit: we got it, good credit, good head, and it’s all |
| copasetic |
| She cool and she get it, priceless |
| And nice tits, she got that look twice chest, she righteous; |
| we might just |
| Valet the Mercedes in the front just to give ‘em what they want |
| Cameras flashin', hoppin' out with the blunt |
| Who knew this rappin' shit would pay off |
| I’m firin' up the kill like I got fired on my day off |
| Seen a whole lotta niggas get broken by some broad they like to break off |
| And the same old bitch they spent that change with be the same bitch I’m gon' |
| shake off |
| The monster of the mid yo |
| Quick to Richard Dent a nigga |
| Peace to all my OT hoes and the gifts they love to send a nigga |
| Fresh white socks and a black d bones |
| We done broke down bags with the realest niggas |
| Spittin' these flows on stage at the show, blowin' Optimos and Swishas witcha |
| (Feel it nigga?) |
| If y’all don’t, then I can keep my day job |
| Ski mask my uniform, them dope dealers gon' stay robbed |
| T-top ceiling and my dank still stankin' and I crush ya feelings like the |
| Saints did Peyton |
| Fresh pair of Levi’s, white tee, and 6 Carmines |
| Hoppin' out some 2010 shit; |
| yes, the car’s mine |
| Sittin' in Corinthians sit back watch the stars shine |
| I know you starstruck, shit I can leave a star blind |
| Booyah, just like Isiah |
| A playa, the pro bowl, the mayor |
| I’m so cold, they stare |
| The ho stroll’s prepared, I’m pimpin' my ride out |
| Then back to my lair |
| The honeycomb hideout |
| Your honey’s gon' hide out in my crib like a fugitive |
| She wanna have a ball; |
| I told her I got two to give |
| She wanna see the flashin' lights and red carpet |
| I let her pop a double stack, I’m tryin' to start shit |
| She’s on a bear skin, layin' in her bare skin |
| Her body’s super thick and it’s fair skin — I’m there then |
| On the sofa, smokin' jacket, Gucci loafers, and I’m blowin' on a Swisher, |
| while she’s blowin' me |
| Its over |