Family

Lyrics

[Intro: Frank Casino] Aye Yah I'm so sick Aye Mmm [Verse 1: Frank Casino] Had to do it for the family Had to do it for the family Had to do it for the world tour trip we gon' take to Miami Swear I do it for the Grammy Swear I do it for the Grammy Had to do it for my Bob Marley yah my bra who been jammin' Had to do it for my gangsters My la familia nigga vatos My bank rollie nigga squad, squad Throw scissors yeah nigga cut throat I swear man we here for the whole thing Gold city I need gold links Brown chick in pink mink Got a thing of bringing no flings On the job nigga boss tings La costra nostra nigga our ting LeBron James nigga big rings Big engine hear the ting sing Justin Timberlake we NSYNC Everywhere we move we need a brick Bouncers know the boy they let him in Your late mews nigga little men Suave nigga what a gentle man Precise man I got preference This opulence too much arrogance Frankie, Franklin Benjamin It's top dollar nigga in the end Off bars need a sentence man Heavy weight flows got a Benz In the house now [?] [Chorus: Frank Casino] Had to do it for the family Had to do it for the family Had to do it for the family Had to do it for the family Had to do it for the family Had to do it for the family Had to do it for the family Had to do it for the family [Post-Chorus: Riky Rick] I did this shit for the family I did this shit for the family I did this shit for the fam! I did this shit for the fam! I did this shit for the family I did this shit for the family I did this shit for the fam! I did this shit for the fam! [Verse 2: Riky Rick] My swagger Italian, capisce? My nigga your run is finish We got the game on a leash I am the king of the niche I hustle hard and I'm poppin' now I make kotini a proper noun Told my brothers we ain't floppin' now GTs I ain't stoppin' now The diamonds I'm rocking are flawless The honnies I deal with are gorgeous The niggas I chill with are lawless We keep a fund for the lawyers We are the realest makoyas We are the realest mak-ooh! Eish I built this thing for my br-ooh! Eish Shout out my nigga Mal-ooms! Eish Niggas scared niggas petrified Live show got 'em terrified Niggas jealous tryna bury I Money, money got 'em teary eyed Don't cry don't weap bra Don't show my niggas you weak bruv Don't show my niggas you soft bruv Or we'll turn the trap to an Opera I did this shit for the family I did this shit for the fam Your favourite rapper's a STAN Your favourite rapper's my fan Your honnie she lying, she lying Yeah, she know who I am She like my pics on the 'gram I did this shit for the fam [Fading Outro] For the fam For the fam For the fam For the fam