[Intro: French Montana]
Throw something up fools
It's all about the money
You gotta know this
Word
[Verse 1: Styles P]
Probly backin' up at motorway
Old hoopty but we just put the motor in
This the whip, that niggas yelling YOLO in
Gun under my arm like it's deodorant
Bullet 'bout as big as a candy put a sodder in
End up in the trunk of a car that got O definitive
I don't sip the liquor, I take a go
F*ckin' with a nigga, that's strong enough to fix a ho
44 long cause Shorty was all wrong
Thought he was thugged now his face is all wrong
I don't care about their fam, I'll make them 4 more
There were Biggie and Sean, hommies was taking broads home
On the phone with the chit crissed out bitches
And ace holes, it's money in my name like mace though
Body broad daylight, nigga no case though
F*ck the funny money niggas, I get straight dough
[Hook: French Montana]
Niggas talkin' like they got something for me
Nigga you and what army? Dawg
Niggas grippin' over here
Hit you with a hundred then I blow a little air
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Got a line of some dope from this bitch named Tammy
Tammy's from Miami, round all the nose Camy
Bronze tanned on her like I'm walking with the Grammy
Ex nigga popty flop and turned Sammy
I ain't for the bull
Sign of a setup then a trigger's getting pulled
Thinkin' that it's thriller when my nigga turned wolves
Do as Simon says like the '95 Suge
All red on, death row chain
MGM fight night, Orlando was to blame
Outcome was the same
Dead on arrival, death to my rivals
Empty out the clips, spin a nigga like a spiral
Yea, that's the stairway to heaven nigga
On my big shit, waitin' on the seven nigga
Order cocaine white like a wedding nigga woo
The king's stuntin' on these peasant niggas
Pushh
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Styles P]
It's like bringin' 'round the Rozay
Hand on the bottle, sip that and get cozy
Still killin' every white bitch, OJ
Knocking home coming from Kanye, and Coldplay
It was me and Jose in the hallway
House full of dope with the punk by the doorway
True story, niggas is true for me
But I ride out, you heard more than a few stories
I while out, throw you off of a 2-story
Nigga, just to break your leg
Your connect got the work, nigga tryna break an egg
Yea, so hurry up and get it poached
Get the feds, get the light when you're f*ckin' with the dope
Catch me in LA f*cking with the smoke
Or maybe in San Fran with an OG nigga that used to get it on pan am
What?
[Hook]
Styles P - Gripping Over Herer Lyrics
Styles P - Gripping Over Herer Lyrics
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[Intro: French Montana]
Throw something up fools
It's all about the money
You gotta know this
Word
[Verse 1: Styles P]
Probly backin' up at motorway
Old hoopty but we just put the motor in
This the whip, that niggas yelling YOLO in
Gun under my arm like it's deodorant
Bullet 'bout as big as a candy put a sodder in
End up in the trunk of a car that got O definitive
I don't sip the liquor, I take a go
F*ckin' with a nigga, that's strong enough to fix a ho
44 long cause Shorty was all wrong
Thought he was thugged now his face is all wrong
I don't care about their fam, I'll make them 4 more
There were Biggie and Sean, hommies was taking broads home
On the phone with the chit crissed out bitches
And ace holes, it's money in my name like mace though
Body broad daylight, nigga no case though
F*ck the funny money niggas, I get straight dough
[Hook: French Montana]
Niggas talkin' like they got something for me
Nigga you and what army? Dawg
Niggas grippin' over here
Hit you with a hundred then I blow a little air
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Got a line of some dope from this bitch named Tammy
Tammy's from Miami, round all the nose Camy
Bronze tanned on her like I'm walking with the Grammy
Ex nigga popty flop and turned Sammy
I ain't for the bull
Sign of a setup then a trigger's getting pulled
Thinkin' that it's thriller when my nigga turned wolves
Do as Simon says like the '95 Suge
All red on, death row chain
MGM fight night, Orlando was to blame
Outcome was the same
Dead on arrival, death to my rivals
Empty out the clips, spin a nigga like a spiral
Yea, that's the stairway to heaven nigga
On my big shit, waitin' on the seven nigga
Order cocaine white like a wedding nigga woo
The king's stuntin' on these peasant niggas
Pushh
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Styles P]
It's like bringin' 'round the Rozay
Hand on the bottle, sip that and get cozy
Still killin' every white bitch, OJ
Knocking home coming from Kanye, and Coldplay
It was me and Jose in the hallway
House full of dope with the punk by the doorway
True story, niggas is true for me
But I ride out, you heard more than a few stories
I while out, throw you off of a 2-story
Nigga, just to break your leg
Your connect got the work, nigga tryna break an egg
Yea, so hurry up and get it poached
Get the feds, get the light when you're f*ckin' with the dope
Catch me in LA f*cking with the smoke
Or maybe in San Fran with an OG nigga that used to get it on pan am
What?
[Hook]
Throw something up fools
It's all about the money
You gotta know this
Word
[Verse 1: Styles P]
Probly backin' up at motorway
Old hoopty but we just put the motor in
This the whip, that niggas yelling YOLO in
Gun under my arm like it's deodorant
Bullet 'bout as big as a candy put a sodder in
End up in the trunk of a car that got O definitive
I don't sip the liquor, I take a go
F*ckin' with a nigga, that's strong enough to fix a ho
44 long cause Shorty was all wrong
Thought he was thugged now his face is all wrong
I don't care about their fam, I'll make them 4 more
There were Biggie and Sean, hommies was taking broads home
On the phone with the chit crissed out bitches
And ace holes, it's money in my name like mace though
Body broad daylight, nigga no case though
F*ck the funny money niggas, I get straight dough
[Hook: French Montana]
Niggas talkin' like they got something for me
Nigga you and what army? Dawg
Niggas grippin' over here
Hit you with a hundred then I blow a little air
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Got a line of some dope from this bitch named Tammy
Tammy's from Miami, round all the nose Camy
Bronze tanned on her like I'm walking with the Grammy
Ex nigga popty flop and turned Sammy
I ain't for the bull
Sign of a setup then a trigger's getting pulled
Thinkin' that it's thriller when my nigga turned wolves
Do as Simon says like the '95 Suge
All red on, death row chain
MGM fight night, Orlando was to blame
Outcome was the same
Dead on arrival, death to my rivals
Empty out the clips, spin a nigga like a spiral
Yea, that's the stairway to heaven nigga
On my big shit, waitin' on the seven nigga
Order cocaine white like a wedding nigga woo
The king's stuntin' on these peasant niggas
Pushh
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Styles P]
It's like bringin' 'round the Rozay
Hand on the bottle, sip that and get cozy
Still killin' every white bitch, OJ
Knocking home coming from Kanye, and Coldplay
It was me and Jose in the hallway
House full of dope with the punk by the doorway
True story, niggas is true for me
But I ride out, you heard more than a few stories
I while out, throw you off of a 2-story
Nigga, just to break your leg
Your connect got the work, nigga tryna break an egg
Yea, so hurry up and get it poached
Get the feds, get the light when you're f*ckin' with the dope
Catch me in LA f*cking with the smoke
Or maybe in San Fran with an OG nigga that used to get it on pan am
What?
[Hook]