Friday Ricky Dred - Hungry lyrics

Hook: I got bricks in the ceiling Money in the floor Bricks in the ceiling Money in the floor Three cell phones all they all blowin' up Die for the money n***a hungry as f** Three cell phones all they all blowin' up Die for the money n***a hungry as f** Verse 1 (Friday) I got 3 cell phones and all blowin' up One for my work And one for these s*uts One for the fam if the sh** get outta hand All you seeing is k**ers pullin' up in caravans Please understand all the planning expanding this grind is demanding My b**h she can't stand it Chop up the brick into four into Os all the way down to grams Then we hand to hand it 3 new 4s and the price going up 3 new b**hes and they crazy as f** 1 of them b**hes yo lazy as f** 2 other b**hes both pay me to f** We stay low n***a blaze in the truck 401 4am chasing the bucks I be iodine lay in the cut Y'all ain't making the cut y'all just making this up Days in the trap 2 kays in the trunk Moon rock Kush only blaze in my blunts Stay coming up while ya pays in a slump What I make in 2 days you can't make in a month Only saying this once I don't give a f** n***a say what I want On a paper chase on a mission for them ones Ima muthaf**in grind it till the whole brick done Hook: Three cell phones all they all blowin' up Die for the money n***a hungry as f** Three cell phones all they all blowin' up Die for the money n***a hungry as f** 2X Verse 2 (T Gramz) 3 cell phones Toronto's own crackstone he well known Strap like seat belt details chrome No breaks till I'm straight like a female comb Take ya female home My tummy is hungry I'm gettn' the money You chasin' the honey I'm chasin' the bread OG kush blunts straight to the head Got this sh** covered like I'm makin' the bed Punch on the strip that sh** bubble Huggin' that block like a big cuddle And i ain't leavin' till my flip double Get ya shirt splashed like big puddle I'm stewin' the chicken its cruisin' and whippin' Can't lose in the kitchen its movin' and clickin' They choosin' the pimpin' them shooters are grippin' The buddah the spiff and I'm groovin' and lifted High as a plane i and i ain't gon' land till i say so I'm all the way up but i stay low Is that ya girl well we sharin' the b**h we don't save hoes 3 cell phones and they all slam dunkin' Dough from a hoe and a lil gram pumpin' Oz from a stove got the whole stand jumpin These guys ain't real u just Intagram frontin' Hook: Three cell phones all they all blowin' up Die for the money n***a hungry as f** Three cell phones all they all blowin' up Die for the money n***a hungry as f** 2X