Lyrics Put It in My Hand - OG Ron C, DJ Candlestick, Stockz

Put It in My Hand

Money make b*tches go crazy, ay
Money make b*tches go crazy, ay
Get that paper on the daily, ay
Get that paper on the daily, ay
Money make these b*tches go crazy, ay
Money make a b*tches go crazy, ay
Money make b*tches go crazy, ay
Money make b*tches go crazy, ay
She wanna smoke my… dope
She wanna snort that… coke
I told that b*tch… nope
YOU GON HAVE TO PAY ME B*TCH
«what's in yo' pockets?»
BANDS
«why you poppin'?»
FANS?
«boy, where’s that b*tch from?
Japan?»
«I think I follow her gram
My b*tches do campaigns, and cocaine, yours still ridin' the train
I just put one on a plane, she came to LA cuz she wanted the fame
I play with her brain cuz I just want the brain
She want the money, I want the same
I can bless you with clout, be famous today
Show me what you bout, or get out the way
I don’t need a rubber band
Put the money in my hand
(put it in my hand b*tch)
Need a little mason jar, that’s for the marijuana man
(smokin' dope)
I’m feeling like the man dog
I don’t do hand-outs
I only do hand-offs
Pass to the team then we ran off
And I’m like…
Oh.
no.
I don’t know where else to go, ay
A n*gga like me so cold, ay
Icy drippin' on a hoe
And I’m like…
Oh.
no.
I don’t know where else to go
I done went everywhere twice
I could live your whole life in a night