Peel the Money

Lyrics

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes] [?] peal the money, son And peal the money, son You pealing money, son You need to [?], how you peel the money, son [?] in my hand [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] I'm from the city of hustlers, gangstas and stick up niggas Dudes that mastered the art of cutting a brick up niggas Them foul mouth bitches, who love to get they fucking and cussing on Them hoes [?] Bussa Bussa pow wow back again, keep a lot up in the stash box, ask a friend So much heat up in the streets for you niggas to eat, so you gotta cook another batch again Trust [?] opperation [?] you know a nigga reputation [?] for the blocks and I drown in y'all niggas, y'all know who [?] Everytime I give y'all a demenstration, niggas already know my determination You know [?] see everytime you spit in the booth, you niggas [?] full of fabrecation Y'all don't ever want a problem with me Whenever niggas come through, we pop the lead off And if you really want me, you can try to get me [?] I cut the dreads off [?] shit like a movie feature [?] blink at the block, fuck a little [?] up Boy look fresh with his shit all slick down Way you spin around [?] black season When I used to put a brick in the freezer [?] skeezers Then a nigga get the [?] [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] [?] peal the money, son And peal the money, son You pealing money, son You need to [?], how you peel the money, son [?] in my hand [Verse 2: Paul Wall] I'm from the city of syrup sippers and grain grippers On the block punching the clock, and pimpin all the strippers Putting in work and chasing after that dream I'm tryna ball up in the mix, and sip on some poed lean I got boys on the rack on daily grind [?] Swisha House, tryna hold me down I got four screans [?] watching Meet The Browns G's on the house brought the angels down The CLS glass, one of a kind The AMG cost [?] to 30 But not to worry, I'ma call [?] [?] in a hurry T [?] and a platnom jag Watching suckers fall off, and start hating But I'm not concerned with these [?] I'm banging Screw with the trunk waving It's Paul Wall baby, yeah, that's me I'm top of the line, I'm one of a kind I'm coming straight up out of that H-Town I'm on the hustle [?] [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] [?] peal the money, son And peal the money, son You pealing money, son You need to [?], how you peel the money, son [?] in my hand