D.K. - P.A.B.S lyrics

[Verse 1: Twist] I said you really wanna get em' I don't think you'll ever know We driving 20 hours for that 50 minute show We always on the road, I'm running till my feet hurt Jumping off the roof and now I hope I land feet first I hit you like a deep verse, getting what I deserve And everyday the crew is 10 deep like my t-shirt Motivation is soft, no one never wants to hit me Life is a phone book, you dummies be tryin rip me It's 3.99, never pay for that I don't wanna play for that As for this feature I'm too ok for that The crew ill cause you know I'm too ill Everyday we go hard, I ain't talking blue pill Too chill with the style, We stepping in Hell yeah we represent Letterman Looking like a veteran White like a skeleton Nice like a peppermint Somebody please hit the lights, say get em sick! [Hook: Moosh] We party, and Bullsh** (x8) (Money,Money,Money,Money,Money,Money!) [Verse 2: Moosh] Check! I'm from the dark side of Philly where them shots holla I'm the stool with a Pit and a Rottweiler No chance, no ink, yeah I'm good on that Making something out of nothing put my hood on that Oh you stuntin' fo'real, you ain't nothing fo'real If you could really make it happen i'll cut you a deal Don't hate when it sound like this Goddamn Moosh Money put it down like this Why you stepping to me, I'm just wrecking the beat I just do what I want, mother-F the police And as long as she right, thorough, you get that right girl Take my advice dawg, go get a white girl Or be a dead brother tryna be the Ed Lover A girl will take you for granted, try to play you for a s**a Everybody talk, we live in a small hood Make a toast to the night, everything is all good [Hook: Moosh] We party, and Bullsh** (x8) (Money,Money,Money,Money,Money,Money!)