Westside Gunn - Bash Money lyrics

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Westside Gunn - Bash Money lyrics

[Intro] Griselda FLYGOD [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ayo, Prada nylons on, don't speak to God unless you speakin' life Shootin' sh*t up but couldn't read or write (Brr) Casablanca silks with the kilt (Ah) Wore his conehead backwards, cut the eyes out, left his sh*t tilt (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) Meanwhile, I'm back of a Cullinan, Buckingham One hand shootin', I steered the M with the other hand (Skrrt) [Chorus: Levi Stubbs] Remember no one is big enough to go alone [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Ayo, strive for blessings, four pounds in Vivienne West's (Ah) Project stoves definin' my essence They praisin' my presencе, doors up on the Teslas Fiends fallin' out, sayin' FLYGOD is thеy shepherd I had the best fiends drive in from Canmore (Ah) I buy an S, you buy an S, switch the colors, have Benz wars [Chorus: Levi Stubbs] Remember no one is big enough to go alone [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Karate with the stars, ni**a Got my feet kicked up that far, ni**a Black belt, Balenciaga jeans, yeah, it's soft denim Got the bulge in 'em, that's all cheese, Sargento Got the new spot, glass house, that's all windows I be starin' out 'em all day lookin' for God's signals Starin' out into my driveway at the different car symbols All big bodies with soft guts like scar tissue These funny cats'll Garfield you I just let this chopper ring, won't even phone bill you Long money, long magazine, long pistol These Celine tall Timbs is mean, short temper Ah yes, money talk givin' ni**as little man complex Four finger rings will limit hand to hand contact Tunechi, 3k, three bad b*tches with me, booty beefcake My homie in the back masked up like Lucha Libre (Baow) Uh, all black nina, call her dark and lovely Feds took my gold and I cried like they took my daughter from me You don't know the half of it, bullets givin' c-sections Split ni**as in half for me, on codeine, I'm a crash dummy Big dog, get swallowed down to my last puppy I could make your Kim, Kourtney, Khloe do the dash for me Young Money, Cash money, uh, blast for me Throw some money on the dancer, make some money dance for me Mula