Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thug Money, artist - Yukmouth. Album song Thug Lord: The New Testament, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.09.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Smoke-A-Lot
Song language: English
Thug Money |
I don’t give a fuck what y’all haters do, I’ma get thug money |
Hustler now, there with my crew, ain’t nothin like thug money |
First of the month, fiends' checks is due, gotta get thug money |
Hustler now, there with my crew, ain’t nothin like thug money |
Thug niggas drink bottles of XO and Christie |
Fuck whiskey long as chicks be givin me headshots like Lewinsky |
My click be extra tipsy, thuggin in a 4.6 v |
Three TV’s, DVD’s and PlayStation, who’s fuckin with me? |
Personally, you gotta be gold, platinum, pimpin or either hustlin ki’s |
To even be puffin my weed |
Fuckin with me is gettin hauled, tied, stuffed in a tree |
With dynamite stuck to your feet |
It’s rough in the street, muthafuckas get touched in the street |
I got these faggot rappers clutchin they heat |
Cause ain’t no discussin a beef |
Actions speaks louder than words |
Recipes for niggas secret ??? |
Niggas get served with the Mossberg |
'Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump' |
Leavin muthafuckas slump |
Niggas get dumped like blunt ashes |
I got these faggots takin thug classes |
Smokin hash and gettin they ass tatted |
Got the padded calabasses, right next to Dre |
My niggas came a long way from bein on section 8 |
While featherweights hesitate my money escalate |
Make moves in every state, got 20's on the Escalade |
I smoke everyday, drink Louis XIII |
More platinum teeth than platinum jewerly, enough to hurt me |
My Iceberg dreams, rock brim hats and Moschino |
I’m like Nino plus shoot craps and hit Casinos |
10 g’s in chips tryin to break shit up |
My necklace stay lit up, my Rolex stay chipped up |
My vehicle’s rimmed up, drink Christie till I’m pissy drunk with hicups |
I used to dump on niggas, hit stick-up's |
So many bricks got cooked up, ghetto pusher fuckin ghetto sisters |
Now I eats models out their pedal pushers |
For my thug niggas hustlin crack |
Yukmouth, Kool G Rap — what’s fuckin with that? |
Holler back, bitch |
A paid thug nigga known to lay rugs, bust a 8 snub |
Crushed grape bub, pop a $ 200 plate grub |
Gorilla family booty shake clubs |
Nothing but ape love, I got yours and take it in blood |
Nigga, you got mines to take it in slugs |
Rearrange the shape of your mug |
Hit you with a shake and a hug |
Then lay you down for a cake of the drugs |
Dirty money, cover the paper with mud |
Dig in your pigeon while we caper the scrub |
Nigga, you nothin but a snake in a bud |
G Rap and Yukmouth’ll get you tossed out and struck out |
Nigga, you lucked out, we plushed out |
Platinum flushed out, got niggas trippin like a bus route |
Holdin hammers but not ready to bust out |
Get tossed out steppin to these, weaponry like Vietnamese |
Sweatin the gees, get wet in the knees |
Left in the trees east and the west, we rep a breeze |
Till the death we keep it stress-free |
But very daily hold the heavy shit inside of Chevy’s |
Plannnin your death over spaghetti |
We target-ready, turn your mind in confetti |
Flippin the most, fully-loaded clip in the toast |
Pour a tall glass of Cris and we toast |
Couple of hollers, grip and rip on a coast |
Couple of chickens with our dick in they throats |
Bitches strippin on boats, niggas trickin they notes |
All the chips that we gross, millionaire status |
Mafia marriage, nigga that’s out for carats like rabbits |
Stuff the wall safe with stacks of cabbage |
Put a gat in back of your cabbage |
You livin lavish, nigga, give up the package |
Got a clique of niggas livin savage |
Troubled kids and bastards |
Out of your average, ??? |
danger and hazards |
Young gun niggas that strap the ratchet |
Lay you back inside of a casket |
Put you in plastic, stretch you like elastic |
When the Mac hit it burn like acid |
You do Hail Mary’s like you was Catholic |
Need a priest, nigga, to chat with |