M.Reck - 'Catch a Lick' (Money Dance) Lyrics

Gutta music M wreck
A one beats production
You want to stunt, and floss on front street
The hawk will tear, out your guts, spill out your lunch meat (Eww)
You the main vic, they booking' for drugs
Niggas starving out here, and you looking like grub
Every nigga wants to front, and claim he the plug
Till a nigga comes through and hits your brain with a slug
And leaves a messy blood stain, that would ruin your rug
And if you resist? Blung Blung! (two in your mug)
So graphic, closed casket Young boy
Marked with the old ratchet (Motherf*cker)
You know how them killers and them thugs do
They will slug you the streets don't love you (Not at all)
By now homie, you should've known that
Ain no nino browns in this town
You a new jack
The city is mines
And I can still go platinum with the grittiest rhymes
And stunt all you niggas with the prettiest dimes
M wreck gutta music, we litty this time
I'm celebrating life, plus I got a grip. (Facts)
I hit the money dance when I catch a lick (What?)
I hit the money dance when I catch a lick (What?)
I hit the money dance when I catch a lick (Let's go!)
I'm celebrating life, plus I got a grip (Facts)
I hit the money dance when I catch a lick (What?)
I hit the money dance when I catch a lick (What?)
I hit the money dance when I catch a lick (Let's go!)
If it's beef, then I'm blam min' with the wesson
Everybody out here, scamming and finessing
Who can you trust?
Don't mistake love for lust
Y'all can all get toughed when the slugs go bust
Especially when niggas know you're the plug and such
You know jux bound to happen if you slippin" or you lackin"
I'm gripping on the maten
Ready for the action
Shots will make you breakdance and have you do a backspin
I got more kicks than karate flicks (Crazy legs)
My whole team pushing Maserati whips
You're on I.G liking thotty pics
Shorty pocket broke, but her body thick
These hoes's only good for back twisting
She don't look the same in person she's cat-fishing
You hustling backwards, I trapped different
I'm getting to it, those bands, I ran through it
Nigga out here, living his best life
Getting big bags, wiping jags the S type
In and out the leans, did a buck on that turnpike
Live a luxury life 'till I sleep with the worms Right? (Never!)
I'm celebrating life, plus I got a grip
I hit the money dance when I catch a lick
I hit the money dance when I catch a lick
I hit the money dance when I catch a lick
I'm celebrating life, plus I got a grip
I hit the money dance when I catch a lick
I hit the money dance when I catch a lick
I hit the money dance when I catch a lick
Everyday we grestling
This for the grestlers
And the female hustlers
We're getting to it baby
Gone