Yo$hwa - Nebula lyrics

feat. Ckeelay Hands up like it's a stick up Talk so funny, sh** I'm running, With that hapy that's my n***as Swerve that money, dick like c block Even if it's purple, swear to god that sh** about to k** us 'Cause these paycheck is like they see mama buy from the villa Minimum weight that's iller, Got all that in my swisher, sign dollars and hour burn it Inhale it and take a picture 2 gigs of data, f** it, 2 gigs of data, that's something But each and every show we get saying there ain't no custom Plan if you say nothing, plan if you say something 'Cause conscience talking getting mills and I'm way past late for luncheon I try to speak my mind, nobody hears my voice and If I ain't about that grind know my daddy all disappointed So f** it, I'm bout the money now All these b**hes I dane in cold Like I said it's so funny now b**hes always be standing hoes My way now that I made it Me myself and my making From the 90's not sense though They might, might not get famous (x2) Drop it, drop it low, n***a what you fronting for? Gotta taste the money, best believe a n***a want some more All you gets who cop that hoe, at the corner at the store n***as burning all that dope, I stay glided on the low Tell that Dennis talking for real Hey you better pop in that grill And if she ain't dropping that a** Best believe they copin' the field Sativa got me with feel sh** is easy eat dough for real Till they see you squeeze a n***as beans Sleazy for copin' pills I got 99 problems, all of them and I be shopping for grills Tell them that cool a** jazz, 'cause it's rock'n'roll up in here Get your motherf**ing pill Get you motherf**ers k**ed And as for money, then sh**, you got a motherf**ing deal, racks! Slow down, I black 4 down, for the go down For the backs of the cash and get my own now Dingo baby, hear me I'm saying For every one of our kids who make it I don't know now I thought you get a job My baby you see me sitting, how bout a good ma**age You think I'm one of your b**hes? Get up off your a**, if you wanna take in desire 500 dollars, I tell you this sh** is fire When I try it, you thinking I'm high, Got a reason to slide brown, but taking up the deal like a liar You see I'm like a king, your baby b**hes apply for To be in my prior over d after I die, 'cause I'm willing to fly Hit you high in your eyes for your lies then you lie Pop, pop, then you die but you cry and you try And you caress me in my own thoughts Take it up with my dick give me the dice, baby (x2) Drop it, drop it low, n***a what you fronting for? Gotta taste the money, best believe a n***a want some more All you gets who cop that hoe, at the corner at the store n***as burning all that dope, I stay glided on the low