Young Buck - Drug Money lyrics

Featuring , ,

Published

0 274 0

Young Buck - Drug Money lyrics

[Young Buck (Troy Ave):] These n***as must not be cookin' no coke (They ain't cookin' they just frontin' you heard!) These b**hes must be used to bein' broke (Hand on the bible I'm a man of my word) Well! I got yayo for sale I got kush for smoke I ain't sell no sh**, I'm a push the dope Money, hoes and clothes I'm talkin' 'bout the good life So now you know what drug money look like [Young Buck:] Miracle whip it, spreadin' the coke over the bread Keep the Dr. Dre knife with me to poke you in the head I let my white girl sniff it made her open up her legs My n***a Rudolph snorts it until his nose turned red A damn shame, I'm the reason you can't find your vein If your daddy stealin' out your mama's purse I'm to blame Tryin get that i8 but I gotta find the name I ain't got no credit I just got c**aine I mean these n***as was like he's payin' car notes Your wrist don't twist that's the reason you are broke You playin' with the powder you n***as is all jokes Comer on dog your never gonna meet Carlos I'm plugged for real I'm tryin to feed ya'll coast I don't believe your pictures n***a or read y'all post Your body language tellin' me you're broke And plus Obama bout to go, I got my mama weighin' up the dope [Young Buck (Troy Ave):] These n***as must not be cookin' no coke (They ain't cookin' they just frontin' you heard!) These b**hes must be used to bein' broke (Hand on the bible I'm a man of my word) Well! I got yayo for sale I got kush for smoke I ain't sell no sh**, I'm a push the dope Money, hoes and clothes I'm talkin' 'bout the good life So now you know what drug money look like [Troy Ave:] Alright alright, n***as know what drug money look like All my j**els shine n***a I don't need good light (BLING!) All my b**hes bad but my foreign a good type (Alright) S-Cla** bands but my Porsche had the hood like That n***a rich (Rich) that n***a gets (Gets) Money motherf**er he started with sellin' bricks (Powder) We'll add a little extra, compress it to get the chips But he stay wise, still lays on his Vicks The boy hide his grits, the boy pot ain't grits Might use a microwave if I'm tryin' to do it quick I counter-clock the yay and the fork, that's water whipped And sit in on the papes then dry it, I lose a pinch But what the f** is the point when you're dealin' with joints boy Whole birds, covert wit' it so no Troy Chillin' in the jail, rappin' to my Brazil I ain't chillin'to chilly chill so you won't tell POWDER! [Young Buck (Troy Ave):] These n***as must not be cookin' no coke (They ain't cookin' they just frontin' you heard!) These b**hes must be used to bein' broke (Hand on the bible I'm a man of my word) Well! I got yayo for sale I got kush for smoke I ain't sell no sh**, I'm a push the dope Money, hoes and clothes I'm talkin' 'bout the good life So now you know what drug money look like [50 Cent:] When I say I'm back for spot, I'm in the number one slot b**h Lights and the cubans that'll f** up your optics I'm raw like sushi eat the p**y you chopstick (Yeah) n***as go wood honey I'm home in the hood (WOOOOOHOOOOO!!!) There's no need to test this pure cop it go get it gone F&N in the palm, extendo in the jaw You say you 'bout that bullsh** well come and get what you want You n***as lookin' malnutritioned 100 knots in the yacht skate 'cross the Pacific 'Sposed to be out the loop, funny how I don't miss sh** It's all addin' up, these n***as here on some s**er sh** The type n***as when money come I ain't f**in' with Now let's play, let's make a deal I'll show up with the money and tell you who to k** Now you say you get busy for real Put n***as in the church, I pay you with the work [Young Buck (Troy Ave):] These n***as must not be cookin' no coke (They ain't cookin' they just frontin' you heard!) These b**hes must be used to bein' broke (Hand on the bible I'm a man of my word) Well! I got yayo for sale I got kush for smoke I ain't sell no sh**, I'm a push the dope Money, hoes and clothes I'm talkin' 'bout the good life So now you know what drug money look like