Smashing pumkins

Uh, Umm, Weezy ya'll,

Young Money, Cash Money,

This is, the Drought 3

Ladies and gentlemens, Ya'll know me,

You know I ride for my motherfunkin' niggas,

Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga,

They tell me dont get high, not to try to make a living,

I tell

My eyes is so wide as he watchin the skillet,

I let my bitch bag it, if she steal it, imma kill her,

I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillas,

And fuck ya, hot spitta, young money, we the realest,

And I aint gotta lie when I tell you im the illest,

My flow is nasty, like C Y Phyllis,

Self made G, and them bitches know the business.

Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist,

And when I was 5, my favorite movie was the grimlins

Aint got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention,

You looking for devine and the little intervention,

And them birds don't fly, without my permission,

I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes,

Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons,

See my world is different,

Like Dwayne Wayne,

And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thang,

And you know that imma ride with my motherfuckin niggas,

Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga,

Don't worry bout mine, imma grind til i get it

And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,

The sky is the limit,

The sky is the limit,

And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit

Cuz the sky is the limit,

The sky is the limit,

And if you look high, you see that im gonna be in it

The sky is the limit,

Buck Ten in the coupe, And your bitch love it,

Switching lane faster than she switch subject,

Tell a bitch don't talk to me,

And if you're talking to them niggas, don't talk for free,

And I hate when a nigga say talk is cheap,

Cuz im the type to let money talk for me,

My flow is art, unique,

My flow can part a seat,

The only thing on a mind of a shark, is eat,

By any means, and you're just sardine,

I got the 40 cal. Tuck in my p.r.ps.,

What do you expect, im from New Orleans,

And majority of my city is rowders,

They tried to make a brand new map without us,

But the tourists come down and spend too many dollars,

And no matter how you change it, it will still be ours,

And imma ride with my motherfuckin niggas,

Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga,

Don't worry bout mine, imma grind

And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,

The sky is the limit,

The sky is the limit,

And imma tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,

Because the sky is the limit,

Yeah, the sky is the limit,

And if you look up high, you'll see that I'm gonna be in it,

Cuz the sky is the limit,

And you don't wanna fuck with a soldier,

Use your head, or I'll take it off ya shoulder,

Run up in your house and shoot everyone that's sitting on the livingroom sofa, (that's fucked up, haha)

And you don't wanna fuck with a soldier,

Use your head, or ill take it off ya shoulder,

Mail it to your mom, wit a dozen of roses, (Now that's fucked up)

And I'm a G,

And you aint gotta know that F. for best to see,

I know that my whole city is depending on me,

And I forget a lot of shit, but I could never forget the streets,

So you know that im gonna ride with my motherfuckin niggas,

Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga,

Don't worry bout mine, imma grind

And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,

The sky is the limit,

Don't worry bout mine, imma grind

And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,

Because the sky is the limit,

Yeah, the sky is the limit,

And If you look high, you'll see that im gonna be in it,

Cuz the sky is the limit,

They tell me dont get high, not to try to make a living,

I tell

Cuz the sky is the limit,

Hands up in the air, because the sky is the limit,

Can you see me up there? The sky is the limit,

The sky is the limit,

If you don't know nothing about it, the sky is the limit

I just owned the fuck out of this thread.
 
they have been around for a long long time buddy check out some of their older stuff, now the only origional people are the drummer and the lead singer i believe
 
Yeah

[Chorus 2X with variations]

Money on my mind

Money on my mind

Money on my mind

Money money on my mind

Money on my mind

Money on my mind

Money money on my mind

So money is all I think of

Steppin out the motherfuckin car they in awe

I'm lookin like a star bitch when you see me make a wish

Holla at ya motherfuckin boy J.R.

Birdman my pa bitch ball bred born rich

Dear Mr. Toilet I'm the shit

Got these other haters pissed cause my toilet paper thick

I know but trip and that forty make a chip

Out a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip

And the hustle was all muscle just strength

When it comes to that weight I don't struggle I just lift

I got my hand on the game yeah I make a grip

Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist

Get key money from a quarter blame it on my wrist

I whip coke like hoes nigga I'm a pimp

Lil nigga bout to rape the market

If we talkin bout money baby now we talkin

[Chorus]

[Hook: during chorus]

Fuck bitches [3X]

Get money [3X]

Get money fuck bitches

Fuck bitches get money

Fuck bitches get money

Yeah

Nigga get it in a slump if you know how

In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow

What you know bout that baby its yo time

Coke transactions on the phone we call it blowjob

Too fast for the feds too cocky for the cops

Had to ditch my old bitch gettin sloppy wit the pots

Hoppin off the boat meetin papi at the docks

He tell me I'm gainin weight I tell him I'm gettin paid

Money over bitches I'm yellin it to the grave

Developed at a young age go after what pays

These Gabana sunshades block the sunrays

I drop a car note in the mall on the first day

I gotta get it even if its in the worst way

That cake like it's it's my birthday

New Orleans my birthplace ya heard me

Where moneys more important than the person

Nigga

[Chorus + Hook during chorus]

Twistin up a blunt thinkin bout my next dollar

I'm diggin in the game tryna get some money out her

I'm so vain its a problem

It ain't a stain on these Pradas I'm just bein modest

Got me a goddess sure how to divide it

She still down and she don't get none of the profit

We around the city let the tints hide me

Thats a cold muhfucker whoever inside it

Forever symbolizing the grind it don't walk to you

I make it run like horses do

Giddy up baby if you got it then hit 'em up baby

I know its crazy but I can't get enough baby

I love it I fuckin love it

I'm a self made millionaire fuck the public

Ridin to myself cause I don't fuck with nothin

Pistol on my lap on the way to the money

Counter-owned
 
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