Lirik Lagu Figg Get Da Money - Schoolboy Q
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The flow is in the pocket like walletsI got the bounce like hydraulicsI can't call it, I got the swerve like alco-fuck thatFigg get da money, shootin dice what they hittin' for?Hookers out to sell the pussyMoney trade for intercourseEvery corner, liquor storeLaundromat, liquor store, laundromat, liquor storeEBT accept 'em moreChurches 'cross from motels, Lord knows pussy sellsChurches 'cross from motels, Lord knows pussy sellsDomino's, Pizza Huts, Colt 45 cans, the old heads drunk enoughDollar after dollar on lottery, that shit be addin' upSchizos from Vietnam, better yet the drug era that used to be a ball playerSee how things evolve later4 Lokos for the young locosNiggas cashin' my check for white teesDon't fuck with Melrose, just Metros PCS'sYou get the messageGood investments in my direction
Figg get da money, yeah!Rain, sleet, snow, turn July into December, yeah!Figg get da money, yeah!Springtime fall turn summer to a winter, yeah!Figg get da money, yeah!
Uh, it's midnight, where the bitches atSee a ho, pimp a ho, put her on the trackPut her in the gas station, hiding from the white and blackThey gotta make a living so they put us on our backBut why they gotta judge us when we do it back?Mickey D's and Burger King still make sure that my daughter fatClose to Christmas on November, best believe I got a jackBeen coming to this store for years, the cops come behind me 'bout a snackBut thanks Ms. Han, Jackie Chan, Sake bombAny Catholic differ-an, Wolverine like MichiganWolver Street know what it beHanging in front of the laundry mat til 2 or 3With like 2 or 3Uh, everyone asleep so shall we creepMoney to gain up in them streetsShall I preach about this beatPuffy ain't got shit on meBetter yet this L.A. heatFigueroa, figg sa money block
Uh, Jehoviah coming let me close the blindsSo I can get high, nigga free my mindWrite my niggas doing hella years past timeBallers got it crackin', crackin' at the crack of dawnIce cream truck stop for my mom but me, he won't respondGotta read between the linesBest believe I'm off of crimeThis must be the longest line, where they cookin' worse than swineLying on their letter signs, but hurry cause they close at 9But Pices got it jumpin' at the taco standRapping on them corners, AM, PM like the TalibanCamping out, your daddy selling money he can understandDrizzle riding through the hood, Junkies love the avalancheHomeless person gotta shuffle cans, take 'em up to the recycle binTake his bread to the candyman, but still he eatTell me if that ain't hustlin'Rain, sleet, snow, hell and shit uhhh, Hell!
Figg get da money, yeah!Rain, sleet, snow, turn July into December, yeah!Figg get da money, yeah!Springtime fall turn summer to a winter, yeah!Figg get da money, yeah!
Uh, it's midnight, where the bitches atSee a ho, pimp a ho, put her on the trackPut her in the gas station, hiding from the white and blackThey gotta make a living so they put us on our backBut why they gotta judge us when we do it back?Mickey D's and Burger King still make sure that my daughter fatClose to Christmas on November, best believe I got a jackBeen coming to this store for years, the cops come behind me 'bout a snackBut thanks Ms. Han, Jackie Chan, Sake bombAny Catholic differ-an, Wolverine like MichiganWolver Street know what it beHanging in front of the laundry mat til 2 or 3With like 2 or 3Uh, everyone asleep so shall we creepMoney to gain up in them streetsShall I preach about this beatPuffy ain't got shit on meBetter yet this L.A. heatFigueroa, figg sa money block
Uh, Jehoviah coming let me close the blindsSo I can get high, nigga free my mindWrite my niggas doing hella years past timeBallers got it crackin', crackin' at the crack of dawnIce cream truck stop for my mom but me, he won't respondGotta read between the linesBest believe I'm off of crimeThis must be the longest line, where they cookin' worse than swineLying on their letter signs, but hurry cause they close at 9But Pices got it jumpin' at the taco standRapping on them corners, AM, PM like the TalibanCamping out, your daddy selling money he can understandDrizzle riding through the hood, Junkies love the avalancheHomeless person gotta shuffle cans, take 'em up to the recycle binTake his bread to the candyman, but still he eatTell me if that ain't hustlin'Rain, sleet, snow, hell and shit uhhh, Hell!
