Bhood - Money Team Lyrics

I'm Tim
Buck two
One step and
You lose

Lame niggas
Got glock
Got a snipe
On the block

My shit go the long way
Red dot on the spot
Put that shit on your nose
Knows bleed go wipe

Running through the city lit
WIth my UTM crew
Trying make broke niggas rich
All we want is them blues

Trying to be by the shoreline
On the boat with fools
All them lame niggas
Behind me
No books no school

Need a oil change
For the Chevy
Take premium
Nothing heavy
Never see a nigga
Switch sides
Loyalty till I die
Got to watch you
With one eye
Got to call me left eye
But I'm strong like popeye
Meek free thank god

I'm not a big headed nigga
My thoughts just clearier
Licking my fingers
Cuz I love the cheese
More milk
Make shit thicker

10 Toes on that hoe
No creeping just
Pop up
All the Belaire gone

Yall niggas need to get up
Got walk to the store
Face down ass up
Jamican style
On that Hoe

Dont need a referee auto tap out
Deep down in her soul
Bitch cant get up
Made her
Wobble dance
On that floor

Nigga dont need
No clout
I can do this shit
All on my own
Wanna try
Nigga test mep

Aint nothing happier
Than seeing green
Cow and chicken
Hear ching ching
Circle close like money

Shit go left
Its There for me
Cant trust the rats
The move funny
Best believe its
All sloppy

Got the penthouse
Going crazy
Hue huff in the mink
No im not
Like
Bill cosby
Put them bitches
To sleep

Put the strap
On the side of me
Or is that shit
In front of me
Cuz if hennything
Happen that
Shit always with me

I might like hoodrat bitches
Bonnie and cylde
With the quickness
Slide down in the RT
Automatically hop in
The front

Burn out
At the stop light
Wait
On nobody
Im carry out
Dont dine in
Fast money
Just slide in

Sit still
Sit still
Sit still
I Blow my weed and ride
Big wheels,show love,and just live
I hold it down
Music at the end of seal
Not going nowhere
Till i live just like
The king of the hill