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A FEW THOUSAND Video (MV)




Performed By: Ras
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: Paul Levine




Ras - A FEW THOUSAND Lyrics
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(I love the beat)
(I love the beat)
(I love the beat)
(I love the beat, yeah)
I don't need no f*cking rest if I'm gonna end up dead without a few thousand
I told pops I'll do my best push this weight up off my chest just a few thousand
I'm etching pain into the stone so I don't gotta feel a thing
Get it out on A4 lines burning in the ink
If you don't see me as a threat I'm bout to step up on yo scene
And walk my dogs on yo carpet leave a dookie on yo seat
Hard drives full of gold that you ain't ever gon see
Ima die with my data like the oil on the beach
Ima west coast nigga east cost where I be
Momma kept me in them schools so I can get my damn degree
Retire young stay rich, wealthy, fat, blessed, and free
I don't outcook niggas I outsmart niggas
Everything up in my dome is just too hard for niggas
This a break up in the cycle I take heed of that
You got opps up on the block so get a beam for that
Bloodshed on the block there ain't no need for that
Get these wrinkles out my shirt I'm f*cking steaming that
Soup dumpling on the pot you know I'm eating that
Mmmm
I don't need no f*cking rest if I'm gonna end up dead without a few thousand
I told pops I'll do my best push this weight up off my chest just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
All I need is food in the fridge and money everyday
This ain't nothing new since 08 we lost like everything
I was switching schools reminiscing on them golden days
Now me and my bro gotta goal we gon get that pay
Don't make me play catch up ima catch up to yo f*cking pace
I done kept my soul clean far from dirt and pain
You moving too slow for a sprinter get out of my way
Looking at the castle in the sky coming for yo place
I've been moving Mach 5 Racer X
I've been feeling just paid off my debts
Got a taste of freedom I'm like what is next
Money on my mind stock is just a bet
Double up I triple up I moving with investments
Lame nigga wanna party you ain't on my guest list
I don't even know yo face nigga get up off dick
Tired of these hoes no I don't need shit
Mmmm
I don't need no f*cking rest if I'm gonna end up dead without a few thousand
I told pops I'll do my best push this weight up off my chest just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
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(I love the beat)
(I love the beat)
(I love the beat)
(I love the beat, yeah)
I don't need no f*cking rest if I'm gonna end up dead without a few thousand
I told pops I'll do my best push this weight up off my chest just a few thousand
I'm etching pain into the stone so I don't gotta feel a thing
Get it out on A4 lines burning in the ink
If you don't see me as a threat I'm bout to step up on yo scene
And walk my dogs on yo carpet leave a dookie on yo seat
Hard drives full of gold that you ain't ever gon see
Ima die with my data like the oil on the beach
Ima west coast nigga east cost where I be
Momma kept me in them schools so I can get my damn degree
Retire young stay rich, wealthy, fat, blessed, and free
I don't outcook niggas I outsmart niggas
Everything up in my dome is just too hard for niggas
This a break up in the cycle I take heed of that
You got opps up on the block so get a beam for that
Bloodshed on the block there ain't no need for that
Get these wrinkles out my shirt I'm f*cking steaming that
Soup dumpling on the pot you know I'm eating that
Mmmm
I don't need no f*cking rest if I'm gonna end up dead without a few thousand
I told pops I'll do my best push this weight up off my chest just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
All I need is food in the fridge and money everyday
This ain't nothing new since 08 we lost like everything
I was switching schools reminiscing on them golden days
Now me and my bro gotta goal we gon get that pay
Don't make me play catch up ima catch up to yo f*cking pace
I done kept my soul clean far from dirt and pain
You moving too slow for a sprinter get out of my way
Looking at the castle in the sky coming for yo place
I've been moving Mach 5 Racer X
I've been feeling just paid off my debts
Got a taste of freedom I'm like what is next
Money on my mind stock is just a bet
Double up I triple up I moving with investments
Lame nigga wanna party you ain't on my guest list
I don't even know yo face nigga get up off dick
Tired of these hoes no I don't need shit
Mmmm
I don't need no f*cking rest if I'm gonna end up dead without a few thousand
I told pops I'll do my best push this weight up off my chest just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
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Writer: Paul Levine
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