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GLEE Video (MV)




Performed By: Motivated By Money
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Ahmaad Abdul-Haqq, Isaiah Bennett, Zykwan Rush




Motivated By Money - GLEE Lyrics
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Okay
Choppa burn a nigga up, I call em Magic Johnson
If I see a opp in traffic, gotta get behind him
If I can't catch him, send my bitches his way
And I'ma have her find him
Hit a nigga long range, I had to magnify em
Niggas say they had a SRT, it's a f*ckin' Viper
Not gon' lie, I kinda f*ck with Vipers
A bitch think she gon' be my bitch ass, I'ma have to fight her
Can't get head from a bitch with f*cked up teeth, she got ankle biters
But if she got a fat ass, I'ma have to pipe her
You been trapped and still ain't get no chip dude you need to retire
Put in the application, target got some work for hire
Choppa burner a nigga up, now watch his ass get fired
Lotta dog shit in my pocket, so I pack a diaper
Peter Piper picks a Piper, which Piper did Peter pick
I threw on a hard ass fit, somebody take my pick
These niggas ain't havin' money, I think they motion sick
Pull out a hundred bands, now watch this bitch get motion sick
They in my comments askin', Kwan, how do you think of this
I go in my car and I freestyle like I'm Skilla baby
Grown ass man, but to my grandma boy, I'm still a baby
Here she go, talkin' on the net, yeah, once again
Let me guess, sayin' he a f*cked nigga, not again
Blamin' on yo daddy, but I promise you a ho
Playin' inny-miny mo, man, damn, pick a struggle
Oh, I forgot all these niggas soft well, oh well
Pullin' out the choppers, nigga sayin' he got more deals
Let me see, I promise I won't steal yo ass after this
And if I do, what you gon' do
Gonna write a diss
Damn shame, man
You know these niggas can't f*ck with me
While they mad, sittin' in your hood, sippin' on his tea
Matter fact, finna go home, sit back and watch some Glee
I ain't even stressed, cuz what you gon' do to me
Not shit, you know these niggas can't touch this
The way he keep on talkin', man, he thinkin' that he innocent
Pullin' out that chopper and I spray it like I'm militant
Swear that I'm nice, man, they swear that I'm heaven-sent
Stiff arm a nigga like I'm goin' D1
Catching him lacking of bein' a snitch, I cannot be one
Gettin' kinda hot in the booth, someone grab the Freon
Bought these niggas straight to the top with me like I'm Dion
Spend back on the opp twice like a re-run
I'ma keep goin' 10 on your street until I see one
The Glock staying Little Cesar, Hot and ready until It meet one
Better keep on runnin', the chopper ain't gon' stop till it reach some
I can listen to the grave like a politician
I done made a couple plays, they think that I'm a mathematician
Don't say shit when you go missing, it's for all that dissin
Evie and Ma don't want you around, she gave me permission
Damn, now I gotta f*ck her
Niggas tryna say I don't get no hoes, but you a pillow f*cker
Niggas pray that I slide through, well, your wish is comin
Just know I'm outside once you hear a nine and 40's dumpin
That's the 20's in my trunk bumpin
Catch a nigga on the sidewalk, we gon' let the 50 thump him
Put a nigga six down in front of his family's bar
I like to call my 2-3 Chris B's, he like to skump the yard
Niggas askin' are we really done, I don't really think we are
Finna slide down on that bitch nigga with a big AR
I'm finna replace AR-15 with a big JR
Flash out on they blockin', really show em, what kinda bitch they are
Damn, I'm finna slide this beat
Hit a nigga right between the eyes and let the trigger squeeze
Philly shell makin' nigga melt like a Philly cheese
Niggas better beg for survival, askin' pretty please
Got your bitch in the crib and she got some pretty knees
I'm tryna f*ck her, cranium up with this bigger D
Nigga tryna pay the hitman, but he couldn't get rid of me
I walked down on the hitman and made him pay the fee
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English

Okay
Choppa burn a nigga up, I call em Magic Johnson
If I see a opp in traffic, gotta get behind him
If I can't catch him, send my bitches his way
And I'ma have her find him
Hit a nigga long range, I had to magnify em
Niggas say they had a SRT, it's a f*ckin' Viper
Not gon' lie, I kinda f*ck with Vipers
A bitch think she gon' be my bitch ass, I'ma have to fight her
Can't get head from a bitch with f*cked up teeth, she got ankle biters
But if she got a fat ass, I'ma have to pipe her
You been trapped and still ain't get no chip dude you need to retire
Put in the application, target got some work for hire
Choppa burner a nigga up, now watch his ass get fired
Lotta dog shit in my pocket, so I pack a diaper
Peter Piper picks a Piper, which Piper did Peter pick
I threw on a hard ass fit, somebody take my pick
These niggas ain't havin' money, I think they motion sick
Pull out a hundred bands, now watch this bitch get motion sick
They in my comments askin', Kwan, how do you think of this
I go in my car and I freestyle like I'm Skilla baby
Grown ass man, but to my grandma boy, I'm still a baby
Here she go, talkin' on the net, yeah, once again
Let me guess, sayin' he a f*cked nigga, not again
Blamin' on yo daddy, but I promise you a ho
Playin' inny-miny mo, man, damn, pick a struggle
Oh, I forgot all these niggas soft well, oh well
Pullin' out the choppers, nigga sayin' he got more deals
Let me see, I promise I won't steal yo ass after this
And if I do, what you gon' do
Gonna write a diss
Damn shame, man
You know these niggas can't f*ck with me
While they mad, sittin' in your hood, sippin' on his tea
Matter fact, finna go home, sit back and watch some Glee
I ain't even stressed, cuz what you gon' do to me
Not shit, you know these niggas can't touch this
The way he keep on talkin', man, he thinkin' that he innocent
Pullin' out that chopper and I spray it like I'm militant
Swear that I'm nice, man, they swear that I'm heaven-sent
Stiff arm a nigga like I'm goin' D1
Catching him lacking of bein' a snitch, I cannot be one
Gettin' kinda hot in the booth, someone grab the Freon
Bought these niggas straight to the top with me like I'm Dion
Spend back on the opp twice like a re-run
I'ma keep goin' 10 on your street until I see one
The Glock staying Little Cesar, Hot and ready until It meet one
Better keep on runnin', the chopper ain't gon' stop till it reach some
I can listen to the grave like a politician
I done made a couple plays, they think that I'm a mathematician
Don't say shit when you go missing, it's for all that dissin
Evie and Ma don't want you around, she gave me permission
Damn, now I gotta f*ck her
Niggas tryna say I don't get no hoes, but you a pillow f*cker
Niggas pray that I slide through, well, your wish is comin
Just know I'm outside once you hear a nine and 40's dumpin
That's the 20's in my trunk bumpin
Catch a nigga on the sidewalk, we gon' let the 50 thump him
Put a nigga six down in front of his family's bar
I like to call my 2-3 Chris B's, he like to skump the yard
Niggas askin' are we really done, I don't really think we are
Finna slide down on that bitch nigga with a big AR
I'm finna replace AR-15 with a big JR
Flash out on they blockin', really show em, what kinda bitch they are
Damn, I'm finna slide this beat
Hit a nigga right between the eyes and let the trigger squeeze
Philly shell makin' nigga melt like a Philly cheese
Niggas better beg for survival, askin' pretty please
Got your bitch in the crib and she got some pretty knees
I'm tryna f*ck her, cranium up with this bigger D
Nigga tryna pay the hitman, but he couldn't get rid of me
I walked down on the hitman and made him pay the fee
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Writer: Ahmaad Abdul-Haqq, Isaiah Bennett, Zykwan Rush
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