Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money On The Ave (Feat. Skyzoo), artist - Reks. Album song Grey Hairs, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.07.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Brick, Show Off
Song language: English
Money On The Ave (Feat. Skyzoo) |
Nigga, what you need to do is say fuck them raps |
See the money makin' is on the ave |
The money makers' on the ave, and they be gettin' dough |
While I was tryna rap, nigga they was sellin' blow |
The fiends was on the ave, and they was needin' coke |
Dollar dollar dollar bill, you know how the game go |
Growin' up sellin' crack was a yellow brick road |
To the dollar dollar bills, dollar dollar bills |
Meet me on the ave, and we can get the dough |
And we can get the dough, and we can get the cash, the cash, the cash |
Fantasizing on chart climbin', I ignored the drug lords allure |
Adored colorful walls adorned with graffiti texts |
On Didge’s steps I damn near slept |
Fillin' my notepad with future hits |
Hearin' the city breathe a killer’s breath, I wept |
Smudgin' up lines, my tears daily defying stress |
'Cause on them same steps for hours, with dealers |
Who quit school to pitch powder, get rich, respect, power |
Not in that order but surely somethin' that’s similar |
Finish my algebra, kiss mum, pick my pen back up |
Get lost in thought like Nasir past the margin |
Shook hands with too many ghosts now in the coffin |
Sad but how it be often, fiends starvin' |
Knew too many willin' to feed 'em to Hell’s demons |
And they say that Hell would all be a big dream and |
Fuck them raps! |
wanna get this dough? |
The money makers' on the ave, and they be gettin' dough |
While I was tryna rap, nigga they was sellin' blow |
The fiends was on the ave, and they was needin' coke |
Dollar dollar dollar bill, you know how the game go |
Growin' up sellin' crack was a yellow brick road |
To the dollar dollar bills, dollar dollar bills |
Meet me on the ave, and we can get the dough |
And we can get the dough, and we can get the cash, the cash, the cash |
It’s gettin' that much clearer every day |
They wantin' what you hear but what you hearin’s never played |
So you could get a chair, wait in there till it change |
Or you could hit the flair, hit the air and get your lane |
Young’n get your pay, kickin' sixteens don’t do it |
I mean it did but this seesaw music |
Is so yesterday, so sketched and traced |
Honestly, shit is borderline next to gay |
Cause when the records stop sellin' and the stores start closin' |
And the landlord waitin' in the corners wide open |
Huh, fuck an option, it’s whoever is coppin' |
Tryna hold onto a dream but can’t lock it |
You could play with the bass, fuck around with the treble |
Or you could play with the bass and turn powder to pebble |
Front if you want, we all see the truth in the clouds |
But what am I sayin? |
I’m standin in the booth right now, fuck it |
The money makers' on the ave, and they be gettin' dough |
While I was tryna rap, nigga they was sellin' blow |
The fiends was on the ave, and they was needin' coke |
Dollar dollar dollar bill, you know how the game go |
Growin' up sellin' crack was a yellow brick road |
To the dollar dollar bills, dollar dollar bills |
Meet me on the ave, and we can get the dough |
And we can get the dough, and we can get the cash, the cash, the cash |
They used to tell me to chill |
You ain’t gon' pay bills tryin' to be the next Will |
'Fresh Prince' Smith, but if you stretch this |
You’ll get a quicker meal than a record deal and still |
Keep your ties to the block, you ain’t signing to Roc |
Diddy ain’t gon' pop into your hood and change your life |
Make shit all good, like shit ain’t fucked up |
On our streets, so to eat we keep |
Them goods in the projects, it’s all economics |
You disagree? |
God bless, wish you the best |
But you from Law-town Mass, who gon' listen to Reks? |
They ain’t searchin' for American Idols in black hoodies |
And doo rags, it’s logic, you should be on the ave |
Cause we be getting dough so fuck all of them raps |
Pick a piece of pavement near the curb and pitch crack |
Yep, it’s like that, real recognize real |
For the dollar dollar bills |
The money makers' on the ave, and they be gettin' dough |
While I was tryna rap, nigga they was sellin' blow |
The fiends was on the ave, and they was needin' coke |
Dollar dollar dollar bill, you know how the game go |
Growin' up sellin' crack was a yellow brick road |
To the dollar dollar bills, dollar dollar bills |
Meet me on the ave, and we can get the dough |
And we can get the dough, and we can get the cash, the cash, the cash |