Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Movie, artist - Gorilla Zoe. Album song Gorilla Zoe World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.04.2010
Record label: Hood Figga
Song language: English
Movie |
| I gotta run my money up, shorty stack your money up |
| I gotta stack that paper up, so we can have… |
| Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke |
| Ballin all day and I ain’t mad I just gotta get mo' |
| Bring your money up (HEY~!) Bring your paper up (HOE~!) |
| What we stackin (DOUGH~!) What we stackin (DOUGH~!) So we can have |
| Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke |
| Ballin all day and I ain’t mad I just gotta get dough |
| I’m talkin dedication, talkin motivation |
| Talkin inspiration, talkin money chasin |
| Talkin paper chasin, taught we got to get it |
| Sittin back waitin on somethin man I ain’t with it |
| You niggas bumpin your gums, that talkin better kill it |
| I’m sendin a real message yes homey I hope you get it |
| You little head bouncers with them two big fitteds |
| Fuck him pop! |
| Man we runnin up our digits |
| Ha ha ha~! |
| We got the keys to the city |
| The West coast, down South and New York City |
| You pussy niggas silly! |
| I know you feelin shitty |
| You think that we gon' stop now and show some pity? |
| Yeah I’m smellin myself! |
| I’m smellin like money |
| Jefferson, Jackson, Ben Frank money! |
| Old school, new school, big bank money |
| YOU MUH’FUCKERS SO FUNNY~! |
| I keep a big pistol, who the fuck want it? |
| Niggas still talkin? |
| WHO THE FUCK DONE IT! |
| Niggas sendin threats man who the fuck comin? |
| Ain’t no pussies over here nigga ain’t nobody runnin! |
| Now — back to the message at hand |
| I’m talkin get money, Africa and Japan |
| Germany, Australia, France and Berlin |
| Hood niggas everywhere, we get to the money man |
| Fuck metaphors, gettin all philosophical |
| Rap shit is easy, y’all make this shit an obstacle |
| This is basic training, show you the ropes |
| Man this music is a product, it’s just like dope |
| First of all get your own hustle, don’t watch mine |
| We all spit game, mine just happen to rhyme |
| Second of all stay prayed up and stay on your grind |
| And when your opportunity come be ready to shine |
| — to fade |