When the Money Comes

Album cover art for "When the Money Comes" by La The Darkman & Willie the Kid

La The Darkman & Willie the Kid - Rap, Hardcore Rap

When the Money Comes

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Duration: 2:33

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Lyrics

[Verse 1: La the Darkman] Yeah, I rock different color forces, cherry and mango Different color whip collection look like a rainbow Sometimes I push the Benz, sometimes the Range Rove Standard, the luxury, they can't figure my angle But they know that I get dough from the way that my chain glow Diamonds get 'em on my dick, I could snatch your main ho Far as the flow, I'm like a Ferrari Testaro' When I hit the gas on that ass, nigga I'ma blow Sorta like Russell Crowe, smooth and on the low Getting money trying not to let nobody know In and out of state, with that weight, bag it up, get that cake Pray for every trip, I get there safe If I don't believe I'll be stuck in a jail space So I move with urgency, but at a snail's pace With God's grace, I keep getting checks like Mase When it comes to hip-hop, I'ma be the new face [Chorus x2: La the Darkman] Everybody want a piece son when the money comes Some are smart with it, some are just dumb Niggas will try to kill you just to get a crumb But I'm from the hood, so I bust my gun [Verse 2: Willie the Kid] Eh-yo, when it's time in Chi-Town I'm on my way Magnificent mile to spend a lil' something I'm pimping hard out in Detroit Catch me in Greek Town, Casino style I'll win a lil' something Sike , nah, I don't gamble I scramble the top floor renaissance overlooking Windsor Watch the sunset, next morning shoot the summer set Cardiar store where they overlook pretenders It's Coney Island, I don't need no McDonald's Back to the Chi, yo I need G.O. Donalds Shoot to the roof, nigga home sweet home But ain't shit sweet at home Except the chicks, pretty mamas who accept this dick I fuck a nigga's baby mamma with the high school with They know Willie been fly, there's no Benny Highners I'm b, p, and t, purge baskets you bastards I got it mastered, midwest's best Dirty south transplant, up town nigga I'm frequent flyer, I won't stop nigga You know how I get down, I get around [Chorus x2: La the Darkman] Everybody want a piece son when the money comes Some are smart with it, some are just dumb Niggas will try to kill you just to get a crumb But I'm from the hood, so I bust my gun [Outro: La the Darkman] The honorable La Trafficante, man You know what I'm saying? Fucking with my nigga, J-Love You know what I'm saying? Yo; this shit out on the streets [?]

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Credits

Writers
  • Willie the Kid
  • La The Darkman
  • J-Love