Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Divas & Dimes, artist - Troy Ave. Date of issue: 03.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Divas & Dimes |
| Uh Huh! |
| Yeah! |
| It’s too many divas |
| And not enough dimes |
| If it ain’t about money |
| Then I ain’t got time |
| Even though I got a Rollie |
| And chopard with the fish |
| Fuck these ho’s |
| I’m Going hard with the Bricks |
| Man its one in the head |
| And sixteen in the clip |
| You fuck with my bread |
| You getting seen nigga RIP |
| Hand to the sky, niggas know how I give it up |
| Coke I supply for the benz and big truck |
| Tryna get a crib in a name of my bitch |
| Had thirty percent cash but her credit wasn’t shit |
| She ain’t helpin' and she hurtin' had to leave her alone |
| Fuck SUNY mae I don’t need that loan |
| Left moms duke crib and found my own spot |
| Switched cars switched bone’s shit was so hot |
| I remember holy dog he was followed by the fed’s |
| In an unmarked car about to pick up his kids |
| I’m like damn homie who the fucks a snitch? |
| We sell weight to weightman |
| Ain’t non of them getting hit |
| Paranoid thoughts running through my head about grimes |
| Tryna figure what they know certain shit I’m dying |
| With a needle in my arm if a blow drought |
| Life ain’t fair and I’ve been living so foul |
| Ain’t no raps and plus I had to know how |
| To get this coke and move it like a snow Plow (Plaowww) |
| And time in peace I’m prepared for war |
| Looking at my time piece I’m prepared for more |
| Got a mavado a cartier and a rolex |
| Might buy a audemar maybe the hublot next |
| Everyday in the streets they telling me you goin' blow next |
| Selling yay' in the street’s to felons you nigga’s bow-flex |
| I gave a whole another meaning to putting work out |
| Distribute the work evenly till my work’s out |
| Some nigga’s ain’t built really don’t ever work out |
| Strong arm robberies turn them nigga’s to church route |
| Now the lord with 'em god forbid the law get’em |
| He going testify on the stand and bring us all with him |
| Damn, victimizer’s become the victim’s |
| Nigga either way it ain’t right |
| It’s like counting it with the baggie you ain’t weighting it right |
| Ain’t no trying to make a point once I say it ain’t right |
| I’m dealing pound in perico green and white bills for it |
| Bought more birds then popeyes and that cooking bitch |
| Literally through my whip window here you go buy new rolls time to roll minor |
| pole get this dough |
| When your bread up bitches get ahead up |
| And I’ve been getting so much head it’s like a setup |
| When nigga’s get they drop you get shot from the neck up |
| Fucking around with dots all your knots going be separate |
| Mothafucka! |