D-Smoove - Penny Pinchin lyrics

[Young Buck (talking)] D-Tay Man these n***as talkin bout they got this and that Man I'm just... I feel dem mayne... penny pinchin' and sh** n***as workin wit somethin round my way I ain't really gotta say to much If you know Young Buck you no money motherf**er [Verse 1: Young Buck] Man its all about platinum from the records to the necklace boi Dont hand me the keys if it ain't show room floor Ten diamonds in the rollie betta add ten more From the bend up lift my hands up good lord Whats the use of a playa wit paper that dont show it Screamin' I got money but don't nobody no it I work for it, so that mean I got the right to roll twenties And sag my jeans, the average ghetto child's dream Turnin' some cream and rollin v-twizzy wit lizzy, why still he's a team And seem I've accomplished that Bought a charm, went in a vice, I took it back When I return I want all my diamonds phat I can't get off track, when the dawgs in my pack feel just like that Look park your Cadillacs ain't no time for stallin' While you penny pinchin' playa I be out here ballin [Hook: Young Buck] Yall n***as is penny pinchin' betta getcha sh** right 'For these two young n***as buy up all the ice It started from servin' bikes to trucks wit door pipes When ya see Buck and Tay I bet ya look twice [2X] [Verse 2: Young Buck] Yo mind must the still in the gutta Thinkin we gon suffa I'd ratha duck tape yo mother And be on dis summa Take the factory off and put some chrome on the hummer Top down and reverse when its lightin and thunderin' Had the whole world wonderin' bout my age and sh** 17 wit a 20 year old agent b**h Flip 12 whole tangs and I'm savin 6 To serve these desperate n***as who payin 20 a brick My n***as they smoke skunk, drink henny till we sick Wit they afros out they love to hear dem guns click See I'm blindin' these b**hes every time my tounge flick And I work wit these hoes jaws gone just don't quit Relax and let it come to ya, never been weed Especially when n***as got plugs ova seas Neva was a wanna be, label me a gonna be I told y'all look wat dis gang don done to me [Hook] [Verse 3: D-Tay] Yo y'all can stay in line waitin to shine... but not me I'd rather be caught drunk in the V.I.P Sly B stop me, Ima look at you funny Yall blow brown weed, we be blowin that gummy Knows that runnin, roll wit n***as that hold they money While y'all roll wit chicken heads that on the low be junkies Yall know me one, betta yet call us gorillas You surrounded by playas, while I'm surrounded by k**as Thats know to here, beefin' n***a block in a minute You just packin' twenty rounds we gon put fifty in it Still ain't finished, my n***as, they train for this You get thrown out the click if you aim and miss We train to hit, just like you would train a pig Don't be arguin' wit these n***as get they thang and spit Change you fifth, if you smart get you thangs again Cause dem n***as that was wit you bet they truth gon snitch Now who's a b**h, y'all heads is new to this I'm the one that come bustin out the blue and sh** Move dis sh** wit ammo that come throw dis sh** Have your mother at your grave wit the blues and sh** Ya loose wit dis, specially when you think its your turn Cause my 5 gon burn y'all gon learn Or gon earn another spot in the dirt Cause I spit this sh** that hurt, sh** that jerk sh** can work, sh** that'll tear your sh** sh** that'll have your mother sittin front seat in the church You know how we work, we flossin' we gotta look nice You n***as is penny pinchin' betta getcha sh** right [Hook]