Darq - All That Money (feat. Oun P) Lyrics

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Yeah, It's a BX thing
I need my money, Darqness, Oun P

I'm on the road to the riches, I suggest that you listen
Full speed on a mission, chasing this chicken, uh huh
Yeah, yeah
You know we ain't kidding, Nah
An f*ck what you haters gotta say
So f*ck a dap or a pound, I don't wanna hear a sound
Gonna be a hot summer, if I don't get my shit now
Yeah you know the damn number, stop frontin' like a clown
Yeah I need my shit now, you know how I get down
I need all that money
I need all that money
I need all that money
I need all that money, Yes sir

Yeah, it's DarQville's, Moneyville
Mission keep the buildings filled
Ticket sales, merchandising, come see the homie kill
Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, hyping up a man
That's what we do to move units trapping out my brand
Studio the dope house, in the booth, I'm the dough
Hit record, I bake it up
Ozzing through the speakers 'til the engineer cake it up
Icing on the mix, bring ice to my wrist
Breaking bread with my team, now we all stacking chips
Distributing it to His and Herrs, we Baked Lays
I'm out here on the block, hustle raw it's all day
My hustle is the music, objective to get paid
Born to go get it, f*ck shining and getting laid
And I'm far from the madd rapper but got that John Blaze
Forever out my way, until you swerve in my lane
You throw it up, I knock it down
I'm asking what's next
I'm gonna keep catching wreck, you keep cutting my checks

I'm on the road to the riches, I suggest that you listen
Full speed on a mission, chasing this chicken uh huh
Yeah, yeah
You know we ain't kidding
An f*ck what you haters gotta say
So f*ck a dap or a pound, I don't wanna hear a sound
Gonna be a hot summer, if I don't get my shit now
Yeah, you know the damn number, stop frontin' like a clown
Yeah, I need my shit now, you know how I get down
I need all that money
I need all that money
I need all that money, It's Oun P, baby
I need all that money

Darq, what's up Gzzzz
I don't give a f*ck about a hater, that's my word nigga
The day will come where they gon' get what they deserve nigga
Rats running their mouth because it's fear in 'em
Get your jaw wired just for wearin' one, word, nigga
My eyes red but my pockets green, Facts
This neewtie jean suit is so f*ckin' clean
My last threesome was so f*ckin' mean
Black and white chick together, I had a f*ckin dream
Sippin' a cup of Henny, I don't f*ck with lean
I need me a blunt of haze, f*ck a blunt of green
My life is a movie, this just a couple scenes
Champagne fights with the team, it's like we won a ring
I need all that money, you trickin', they barely could get a call back from me
Either you fall in line or you fall back money
Please don't get your skull cracked dummy
I need mines

I'm on the road to the riches, I suggest that you listen
Full speed on a mission, chasing this chicken uh huh
Yeah, yeah
You know we ain't kidding
An f*ck what you haters gotta say
So f*ck a dap or a pound, I don't wanna hear a sound
Gonna be a hot summer, if I don't get my shit now
Yeah you know the damn number, stop frontin' like a clown
Yeah I need my shit now, you know how I get down
I need all that money
I need all that money
I need all that money
I need all that money

I need all that-all that
Dough homie fall back, Homie never show that
Funny money Borat, leave him like my door mat
Flat on the ground, move tracks by the pounds, more tracks than a hound
Y'all don't know my sound, cause my sound too Darq for you
Dawgs comin' out guarantee gonna bark at ya
Sniff that's a good smell, K nine wit you
You ain't get the memo, then it's goodbye to you
I puff lye with ya, that puff sound hit ya
Gone like the vapors, now back to this paper
Have you ever seen cash fall from a tree
Or see kings risen in your Martin Luther dreams
I've seen and I've been there, from Prince to a Bellaire
Setting up wills so I will not see a wheelchair
Flowing upstream like a salmon in the river
Just know everyday 'til my last I deliver get 'em