Lirik Lagu Wall To Wall - Raekwon feat. Busta Rhymes & French Montana
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[French Montana:]My nigga Raekwon talkin', uh-huhEverythin' you want you don't needAnd don't believe everythin' you readAnd only half what you see
I said I won't, I don't need it, yeahDon't believe everythin' you read, yeahOnly half what you see, yeahMan, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh
It's "Hello", oh, LordWhen you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?Your bitch turned down, this shit is loveMe and my niggas fill up, we goin' to warWe goin' to war (wall to wall)My money's stacked up (wall to wall)My shows' packed up (wall to wall)Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)Got my money up, we goin' to war
Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park benchWhite top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends'Til they called it loveCalled my niggas, grabbed their hammers'Bout to go to warPrices on your head, I'm a spend itEverythin' in that showroom, nigga, I was in itOn my son, I was in it, I was in itDirty money, ten chains, I be shinin' every minuteI'm shinin' every minuteSoft to the hard rock, Hard Rock CasinoMe and shorty watchin' Nino in the hardtopI done counted ten mills when that ball droppedMe and Chinx poppin' bottles out in Far Rock
I said I won't, I don't need it, yeahDon't believe everythin' you read, yeahOnly half what you see, yeahMan, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh
It's "Hello", oh, LordWhen you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?Your bitch turned down, this shit is loveMe and my niggas fill up, we goin' to warWe goin' to war (wall to wall)My money's stacked up (wall to wall)My shows' packed up (wall to wall)Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)Got my money up, we goin' to war
[Raekwon:]Frozen fishscale, you better go to IshmaelTiger-skin hammer, sittin' by the Benz grilleKnots of hundreds; it's lunch, kid, play fairSay "yeah", feed your brother, be's a one, shitEnough money to slum kids, kings with pillowsLeave your body, yo, under the dumpstersTake money suitcases, bracelets, cake mixCome out the hole, this is weight flicksSo much bread, we build lead housesRun in the shed, see dead thousandsFaces, we call 'em big nosesFlashin' in the foreign shitGrubbed up niggas is wasted
[French Montana:]I said I won't, I don't need it, yeahDon't believe everythin' you read, yeahOnly half what you see, yeahMan, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh
It's "Hello", oh, LordWhen you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?Your bitch turned down, this shit is loveMe and my niggas fill up, we goin' to warWe goin' to war (wall to wall)My money's stacked up (wall to wall)My shows' packed up (wall to wall)Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)Got my money up, we goin' to war
[Busta Rhymes:]Yo, whip my feet up, gettin' manicures in a zapAnd spectacular visualsNiggas be camera-phonin' up my movementEverythin' we do to sit and take precedentsWhile we go stackin' residualsNiggas starvin' to know just how we do itAbsolutely be stayin' the money every night (Dracula)Niggas, stay up in it like Jamaicans and stay in the maximumDifficult to predict, I'm calculated like algebraCause the money traced back to them diamond mines out in AfricaWe in the future with it though, closin' my eyes for picturesPhone'd have me speak with hologramsWhen I'm buildin' with bitchesAnd then I bang 'em like body slammin', one-handin' 'em ishesLike I was sellin' warheads and I'm baggage handlin' missilesFuck it, decided to blow an M just bein' sillyWith a bob and a step and a charisma like I sit on a billiAnd for the five percent with the scienceAnd the ones that really get meI got a lot to do with civilizin' and countin', I'm busy
[French Montana:]I said I won't, I don't need it, yeahDon't believe everythin' you read, yeahOnly half what you see, yeahMan, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh
It's "Hello", oh, LordWhen you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?Your bitch turned down, this shit is loveMe and my niggas fill up, we goin' to warWe goin' to war (wall to wall)My money's stacked up (wall to wall)My shows' packed up (wall to wall)Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)Got my money up, we goin' to war
[Raekwon:]Salute, salute, yeahMontana, what up, baby?Word up, you know what it is, my niggaLouis Rich right here, babyYeah, you know what this is, nigga
I said I won't, I don't need it, yeahDon't believe everythin' you read, yeahOnly half what you see, yeahMan, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh
It's "Hello", oh, LordWhen you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?Your bitch turned down, this shit is loveMe and my niggas fill up, we goin' to warWe goin' to war (wall to wall)My money's stacked up (wall to wall)My shows' packed up (wall to wall)Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)Got my money up, we goin' to war
Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park benchWhite top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends'Til they called it loveCalled my niggas, grabbed their hammers'Bout to go to warPrices on your head, I'm a spend itEverythin' in that showroom, nigga, I was in itOn my son, I was in it, I was in itDirty money, ten chains, I be shinin' every minuteI'm shinin' every minuteSoft to the hard rock, Hard Rock CasinoMe and shorty watchin' Nino in the hardtopI done counted ten mills when that ball droppedMe and Chinx poppin' bottles out in Far Rock
I said I won't, I don't need it, yeahDon't believe everythin' you read, yeahOnly half what you see, yeahMan, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh
It's "Hello", oh, LordWhen you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?Your bitch turned down, this shit is loveMe and my niggas fill up, we goin' to warWe goin' to war (wall to wall)My money's stacked up (wall to wall)My shows' packed up (wall to wall)Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)Got my money up, we goin' to war
[Raekwon:]Frozen fishscale, you better go to IshmaelTiger-skin hammer, sittin' by the Benz grilleKnots of hundreds; it's lunch, kid, play fairSay "yeah", feed your brother, be's a one, shitEnough money to slum kids, kings with pillowsLeave your body, yo, under the dumpstersTake money suitcases, bracelets, cake mixCome out the hole, this is weight flicksSo much bread, we build lead housesRun in the shed, see dead thousandsFaces, we call 'em big nosesFlashin' in the foreign shitGrubbed up niggas is wasted
[French Montana:]I said I won't, I don't need it, yeahDon't believe everythin' you read, yeahOnly half what you see, yeahMan, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh
It's "Hello", oh, LordWhen you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?Your bitch turned down, this shit is loveMe and my niggas fill up, we goin' to warWe goin' to war (wall to wall)My money's stacked up (wall to wall)My shows' packed up (wall to wall)Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)Got my money up, we goin' to war
[Busta Rhymes:]Yo, whip my feet up, gettin' manicures in a zapAnd spectacular visualsNiggas be camera-phonin' up my movementEverythin' we do to sit and take precedentsWhile we go stackin' residualsNiggas starvin' to know just how we do itAbsolutely be stayin' the money every night (Dracula)Niggas, stay up in it like Jamaicans and stay in the maximumDifficult to predict, I'm calculated like algebraCause the money traced back to them diamond mines out in AfricaWe in the future with it though, closin' my eyes for picturesPhone'd have me speak with hologramsWhen I'm buildin' with bitchesAnd then I bang 'em like body slammin', one-handin' 'em ishesLike I was sellin' warheads and I'm baggage handlin' missilesFuck it, decided to blow an M just bein' sillyWith a bob and a step and a charisma like I sit on a billiAnd for the five percent with the scienceAnd the ones that really get meI got a lot to do with civilizin' and countin', I'm busy
[French Montana:]I said I won't, I don't need it, yeahDon't believe everythin' you read, yeahOnly half what you see, yeahMan, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh
It's "Hello", oh, LordWhen you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?Your bitch turned down, this shit is loveMe and my niggas fill up, we goin' to warWe goin' to war (wall to wall)My money's stacked up (wall to wall)My shows' packed up (wall to wall)Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)Got my money up, we goin' to war
[Raekwon:]Salute, salute, yeahMontana, what up, baby?Word up, you know what it is, my niggaLouis Rich right here, babyYeah, you know what this is, nigga
