Thug Money

Yukmouth & Kool G Rap - Rap, East Coast Rap
Thug Money
2 Plays
Duration: 4:02
Lyrics
[Chorus: Yukmouth] I don't give a fuck what y'all haters do, I'ma get thug money Hustlin' out there with my crew, ain't nothin' like thug money First of the month, fiends' checks is due, gotta get thug money Hustlin' out there with my crew, ain't nothin' like thug money [Verse 1: Yukmouth] Thug niggas drink bottles of XO and Cristy Fuck whiskey long as chicks be givin' me headshots like Lewinsky My click be extra tipsy, thuggin' in a 4.6 v Three TVs, DVDs and PlayStation, who's fuckin' with me? Personally, you gotta be gold, platinum, pimpin' or either hustlin' ki's To even be puffin my weed Fuckin' with me is gettin' hauled, tied, stuffed in a tree With dynamite stuck to your feet It's rough in the street, motherfuckers get touched in the street I got these faggot rappers clutchin' they heat 'Cause ain't no discussin' a beef Actions speaks louder than words Rest in peace my nigga Seag' from the 6-9 turf Niggas get served with the Mossberg "Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump" Leavin' motherfuckers slumped Niggas get dumped like blunt ashes I got these faggots takin' thug classes Smokin' hash and gettin' they ass tatted Got the pad in Calabasas right next to Dre My niggas came a long way from bein' on Section 8 While featherweights hesitate my money escalate Make moves in every state, got 20's on the Escalade I smoke every day, drink Louis XIII More platinum teeth than platinum jewelry, enough to hurt me My Iceberg dreams, rock brim hats and Moschino I'm like Nino plus shoot craps and hit Casinos 10 G's in chips tryna break shit up My necklace stay lit up, my Rolex stay chipped up My vehicle's rimmed up, drink Cristy 'til I'm pissy drunk with hiccups I used to dump on niggas, hit stick-ups So many bricks got cooked up, ghetto pusher fuckin' ghetto sisters Now I eats models out their pedal pushers For my thug niggas hustlin' crack Yukmouth, Kool G Rap - what's fuckin' with that? Holler back, bitch [Chorus: Yukmouth] I don't give a fuck what y'all haters do, I'ma get thug money Hustlin' out there with my crew, ain't nothin' like thug money First of the month, fiends' checks is due, gotta get thug money Hustlin' out there with my crew, ain't nothin' like thug money [Verse 2: Kool G Rap] A paid thug nigga known to lay rugs, bust a 8 snub Crushed grape bub, pop a $200 plate grub Gorilla family booty shake clubs Nothing but ape love, I got yours and take it in blood Nigga, you got mines to take it in slugs Rearrange the shape of your mug Hit you with a shake and a hug Then lay you down for a cake of the drugs Dirty money, cover the paper with mud Dig in your pigeon while we caper the scrub Nigga, you nothin' but a snake in a bud G Rap and Yukmouth'll get you tossed out and struck out Nigga, you lucked out, we plushed out Platinum flushed out, got niggas trippin' like a bus route Holdin' hammers but not ready to bust out Get tossed out steppin' to these, weaponry like Vietnamese Sweatin' the G's, get wet in the knees Left in the trees east and the west, we rep a breeze Till the death we keep it stress-free But very daily hold the heavy shit inside of Chevy's Plannin' your death over spaghetti We target-ready, turn your mind in confetti Flippin' the most, fully loaded clip in the toast Pour a tall glass of Cris' and we toast Couple of hollers, grip and rip on a coast Couple of chickens with our dick in they throats Bitches strippin' on boats, niggas trickin' they notes All the chips that we gross, millionaire status Mafia marriage, nigga that's out for carats like rabbits Stuff the wall safe with stacks of cabbage Put a gat in back of your cabbage You livin' lavish, nigga, give up the package Got a clique of niggas livin' savage Troubled kids and bastards Out of your average, lotta dangers and hazards Young gun niggas that strap the ratchet Lay you back inside of a casket Put you in plastic, stretch you like elastic When the Mac hit it burn like acid You do Hail Mary's like you was Catholic Need a priest, nigga, to chat with [Chorus: Yukmouth] I don't give a fuck what y'all haters do, I'ma get thug money Hustlin' out there with my crew, ain't nothin' like thug money First of the month, fiends' checks is due, gotta get thug money Hustlin' out there with my crew, ain't nothin' like thug money
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Credits
- Writers
- Yukmouth
- Kool G Rap
- 7 Aurelius
- Curtis Mayfield