Money Makin Nique - Never Do lyrics

[Hook: Zip K] My n***as hella true aye We hella wave f** with my camp you hella thru I'm Tryna get us hella paid Them sheisty b**hes catch that hella fade That's just some sh** we never do And when we do we always do some sh** these n***as never do No mercy on these n***as that's some sh** we never do My n***as hella true aye yeah We hella wave f** with my camp you hella thru know that [Verse 1: Money Makin Nique] Dead Benjamins Boy I got a thick stash like Fred Williamson West Indian and my blood clot driving shoes is reptilian Just copped the new Monclair with a lot of feathers like the head Indian Outspoken and I'm still hustlin cause the money talks I just said billions Dinner with white friends I'm laughin, cause I got the most dough I don't need dinner jokes I'm a work of art on the birth getting head while I was on the phone with interscope Stuff pradas on purpose Like they spend a lot so they worth it No broke sh** and if it is Bring some condoms would you please send the nurse in? Okay Two gold rolleys the paired with jaundice Smash your honey like Darrel Dawkins I'm ill the album dumb But I'm so sick I had to prepare the hospice Prepare the coffins I be there in office With two b**hes getting tossed to Marvin Ordering hits cause ya man been talking Talking sh** but can he say it walking [Hook] [Verse 2: Zip K] Started gettin older Started growin colder Hold the moments slower than some purple soda Watch ya homies even when you geekin Carl was still a cop over Urkel's shoulda I know chosen soldiers that'll murk and mow ya They'll forget ya for they get to know ya I'm a different breed I got some different motives But I flip the script to make consistent quotas I was born ready aye Yeah n***a aye I was born ready When I hit the VIP they drop the con-fetti 30 million people seen a young n***a gettin box in a box Chevy Rest in Peace, Paul Walker Cause I'm livin life in the fast line till an accident make us all walkers We don't f** with none of y'all talkers How this college kid from east Atlanta get respect from all these f**in mob bosses Green faces old as Bob Barker Shout my woes Shout Dem Money Makin bros Count my loafs, bread pillsbury dough Stickin to the the code Never fold, Never sold out Signed Nappy Pappy