Money on the Table

Belly & Benny the Butcher - Rap, Canada
Money on the Table
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Duration: 2:05
Lyrics
[Intro] Nearly half the record amount of cocaine seized last year Came in one operation, busted in November Eight hundred kilograms of cocaine Were discovered, and six people charged [Verse 1: Belly & Benny the Butcher] I play to win, my old foes tryna make amends (Who?) Just 'cause we got the same enemies, that don't make us friends Nothing's makin' sense, I'm watchin' angels sin I'm seein' demons repent, for now, I play the fence When I got nothin' left to give, that's when they take offense Life through these black shaded tints, Maybach Mercedes Benz They came and went like pretend friends and the latest trends Underdog, fuck an undercard, I'm the main event, ugh My body covered in tattoos and battle scars Made it through the dark, I guess the sky was out of stars Late nights, so high, we don't say, "Hi," we say, "Safe flight" My energy big, I feel like Frank White (Uh) Money on the table like the poker stars I send your bitch to Vegas where they overcharge Uh, in the kitchen whippin' culinary (Ah) I smoke so much, I'm fuckin' up my pulmonary, huh [Verse 2: Benny the Butcher] I got two bitches, one a ratchet, and one my wife One, I cock before bed, the other, I kiss good night I know money made y'all soft, not us, I'm still hungry Y'all make enough just to pay bills monthly and feel comfy Any bitch I bought a bag for, trust me, she carry yay I used to rarely play, now every day, it's Perrier I stood on this ferry late, I was trappin', but barely ate Now I got water in my jewelry case, like Erie Lake, yeah You know it's money on the table like the poker stars, nigga (Like the poker stars) And I can make you famous when the coke dissolve It's hard to trust niggas, they only begin off loyal So the best advice somebody could give you is get a lawyer, motherfucker [Outro: Belly] Too much stress, I was playin' chess with the reaper Million-dollar man, puttin' rappers in a sleeper I mean this shit is crazy, they say I'm actin' different lately Fool's gold, I swear to God, this shit fugazi In the kitchen, chickens on me, whippin' gravy And life's a bitch, but, baby, that's the bitch that raised me Life's a bitch, but, baby, that's the bitch that raised me Life's a bitch, but, baby, that's the bitch that raised me
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Credits
- Writers
- Skinny
- Richard Muñoz
- Faris Al-Majed
- Benny the Butcher
- Belly