| Cook that shit up, Quay
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| Yeah, Quay cooked this shit up, man
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| Pablo Juan cooked that shit up, man
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| Roll up the dope, gold on my rope
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| Gotta stay in school young nigga, get hoes
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| Go get that money and fuck on your ho
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| Take off the plug and it gon' go for the low
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| Pint come sealed, I just poured up a four
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| Fuck your career, I got money to blow
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| Rich in the hood, I got bricks of the coke
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| Ain’t gotta tell us shit, they already know
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| Real in the trap, this ain’t no fairytale
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| Bricks and bails, I keep breaking my scale
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| I cook with the mask, I can’t stand the smell
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| If your clique locked up, nigga I know you 'gon tell
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| My shooters they ready, I pay 'em well
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| Let my young niggas 'gon catch it and make a sale
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| Diapers and baby bottles its a daycare
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| Trap out the house, bitch, you know we don’t stay there
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| Come to the trap, have your money ready
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| I’m cookin' it in the pot like spaghetti
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| Havin' raw dope, nigga this shit deadly
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| Three choppers with me like Ed, Edd n Eddy
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| I just want numbers, the fetty, them pesos
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| Dope good like they was tastin' the rainbow
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| Don’t give no fuck, I’ma fuck on your main ho
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| Bad 'lil foreign bitch, I think she albino
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| I done got rich but I’m still on the same road
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| Workin' two burners with the pot, Django
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| Racks in my skinnys, addicted to bank rolls
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| I know you wish you was a nigga, you ain’t though
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| Still in the trap, I ain’t changed clothes
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| Try me, I guarantee you get your brains blowed
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| Gimme that head and that pussy, no anal
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| Better have the pies, nigga I sell it, case closed
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| One thing I never did is pay hoes
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| Can’t pay attention to these niggas, they hoes
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| Check my resume I’m straight out the bowl
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| Reppin' that dope, had to call out the hole
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| He started snitchin' we call him a mole
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| Stuffin' the bricks in the back of the store
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| Pablo the plug, bitch, don’t ask what I sold
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| I jump in the foreign and roll up the dope
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| Roll up the dope, gold on my rope
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| Gotta stay in school young nigga, get hoes
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| Go get that money and fuck on your ho
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| Take off the plug and it gon' go for the low
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| Pint come sealed, I just poured up a four
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| Fuck your career, I got money to blow
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| Rich in the hood, I got bricks of the coke
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| Ain’t gotta tell us shit, they already know
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| Real in the trap, this ain’t no fairytale
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| Bricks and bails, I keep breaking my scale
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| I cook with the mask, I can’t stand the smell
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| If your clique locked up, nigga I know you 'gon tell
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| My shooters they ready, I pay 'em well
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| Let my young niggas 'gon catch it and make a sale
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| Diapers and baby bottles its a daycare
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| Trap out the house, bitch, you know we don’t stay there
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| Young Scooter, Pablo Juan, and we making' moves like Pablo (Jugg)
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| Aston with the rose gold rims, and I got a Murcielago (Foreign)
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| We put the pounds on the road, and we put the bricks on the cargo (Yeah)
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| Anything I motherfuckin' say, I bet the street niggas follow (Street)
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| Free Ralo, spin the nigga’s block with the fully-auto (Brrat)
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| I got all this water on, I might need goggles ()
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| Pay the bitch extra she swallow, fuckin' bad bitches, models
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| We go full throttle (Count up), pop a hundred bottles (Flex)
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| Me and Pablo Juan, we get bails out the foreign (Jugg)
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| I put the streets on curfew, I’m 'bout to set the alarm (For real)
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| No less than fifty racks, each watch I put on my arms (Count up)
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| All I rap about is dope 'cause thats the way I was born (Street!)
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| Roll up the dope, gold on my rope
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| Gotta stay in school young nigga, get hoes
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| Go get that money and fuck on your ho
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| Take off the plug and it gon' go for the low
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| Pint come sealed, I just poured up a four
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| Fuck your career, I got money to blow
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| Rich in the hood, I got bricks of the coke
|
| Ain’t gotta tell us shit, they already know
|
| Real in the trap, this ain’t no fairytale
|
| Bricks and bails, I keep breaking my scale
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| I cook with the mask, I can’t stand the smell
|
| If your clique locked up, nigga I know you 'gon tell
|
| My shooters they ready, I pay 'em well
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| Let my young niggas 'gon catch it and make a sale
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| Diapers and baby bottles its a daycare
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| Trap out the house, bitch, you know we don’t stay there |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Money To Blow , by - Young Scooter. Song from the album The Recipe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп