Lupe Fiasco - Proper lyrics

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Lupe Fiasco - Proper lyrics

Chorus: One for the money Two for the po' Three for my streets Another four for the flow Which I do so properly God willin ain't no stoppin me ya know?(I say) One for the game Two for the Sco Daps to my n***as ‘Nother five for the hoes Not the ladies that wanna bring me round But the haters that wanna bring me down. I ain't trippin Verse 1: Im tryna get a few bucks man And I hate crime like the klu Klux klan So I ain't tryna shoot a supply to shoot up man Cuz' it ain't honey when the fast money screw up fam Dead crew come back up to through to boot us man like give ur loot up The devil rootin', But God really boo us (damn) So put your cool up, rims on a school bus And begin to rule you how they rule us man Came out head first afoot, and they'll hate that If you start doin you how they do us man So on the payback I snaps like gas money for a wax Laid back on my scoot up fam So when they thinking that Im just getting repped I done been blew up like a crip getting dressed You see I know to keep the B.I low So they can't be holdin' me back like G.I Joe (I guess so) Chorus: One for the money Two for the po' Three for my streets Another four for the flow Which I do so properly God willin ain't no stoppin me ya know?(I say) One for the game Two for the sko Daps to my n***as ‘Nother five for the hoes Not the ladies that wanna bring me round But the haters that wanna bring me down. I ain't trippin Verse 2: So that means I'm a pimp on par Till I'm six feet under, like its 3 n***as in a Flintstone car I keep my ear to the street like I can hear with my feet I'm here till its clear, then adhere to the beat Like a walking police that peep my peers I keep my peer on my peeps that's dear and move career Here on the streets, I tell my n***as walk slow so I can steer on the creep I try not to be too deep, cuz I ain't really ready to go I try and stayin something that only got two seats But you never know when your green go from go And bring you round to a screech And streets were starting to cook That why I put my foot in the floor for keeps Uh, for Jay Rock, Co, Chees, Bishop G, Doughboy, homeboys that's deceased peace Chorus: One for the money Two for the po' Three for my streets Another four for the flow Which I do so properly God willin ain't no stoppin me ya know?(I say) One for the game Two for the sko Daps to my n***as ‘Nother five for the hoes Not the ladies that wanna bring me round But the haters that wanna bring me down. I ain't trippin Bridge: To the westsiiiiidddeee(Westside) to Madison street And all the homies that be rockin wit me I had the game quite flat thank God for that And now I do it so properalyyy(properly) And if you does not know you can't smudge our glow The flow and the swag is mean Four eyes and a fitted up'd and done did it All on the first and fifteen Verse 3: And to the gangsta don't get ga**ed by the eyegla** and me Cross my path, feel the wrath like a crash at sea 1 pound like a half a key To the haters that was mad at me See your heat brought it outta me like Um, a bag of tea Made me a big bad MC Associate a lot but my family few Survey before I say like family feud Make sure my family cool and one Chorus: One for the money Two for the po' Three for my streets Another four for the flow Which I do so properly God willin ain't no stoppin me ya know? One for the game Two for the sko Daps to my n***as ‘Nother five for the hoes Not the ladies that wanna bring me round But the haters that wanna bring me down. I ain't trippin End: Now nobody ain't see that Nope you didn't see that Nobody ain't see that Whoa don't tell nobody Like, nobody didn't see that No you didn't see that Homie you didn't see that Whoa don't tell know nobody Now you know you didn't Nobody ain't see that Police ain't see that Whoa don't tell nobody