money in the mattress - elcamino, 38 spesh & harry fraud lyrics
verse 1: elcamino:
uh * la musica de harry fraud
only young n*gga you know
they still keep a bundle for the fiends
pullin’ up hittin’ l!cks in whips from overseas * skrrrrr
only pull my d*ck out to p*ss on money trees and bad b*tches you wouldn’t understand, kid, ’cause you never had b*tches * never
i played the back block, in the porsche * skrr
made the power move in two, now we in the forefront
was kids watchin’ scooby*doo
it ain’t about what you know, it’s who you knew * you know me n*gga
i still pray like a judas do extendin’ the clip
f*ck it long as the sh*t removable it stay on the hip * word?
pants saggin’ got my b*tch baggin’ up work in a orderly fashion * bag up babe
quick turned into shame daddy rappin’ was static
i was gettin’ the bag before i was established
beams, clips and bullets i still keep the gadgets
yachts, bentleys and jewels sh*t you couldn’t imagine
i get me a tool i finna let ’em have it
i’m still a king i sip henny out the chalice * wha?
in the 600 benz smokin’ a yasis * skrr
missin’ runts and grunts i’m smokin’ gasses
if i die, sh*t, the money in the mattress
chorus: elcamino:
i’m from a block where the fiends say the word hit oh so good, oh so good
even when the slow sh*t we movin’ on the low man i’m always in the hood, i’m always in the hood
when i was dead broke n*gga i ain’t have a clue lettin’ days go by, days go by
clutchin’ on my grip, still heavy on the hip this finna be a homicide, finna be a homicide
verse 2: 38 spesh
huh, ayo, before i had a bank account i had mattress money
my first check had to have my b*tch cash it for me
sellin’ crack for this rap sh*t was mastered fully
made cash from cookies, ski mask and hoodies, huh
pounds on top of pounds like they was hashtags
a full pound and 40 pounds in a trash bag
shot up the 6 series, made him crash fast
put a long arm to a 6 like it’s half past, huh
you flash cash that belong to another man
your whole stash could fit inside a rubberband
go kick that woke sh*t to another man
i’m worried ’bout the motherload not the motherland
last time i had beef he deceased, if it wasn’t for police i wouldn’t leave the streets
i’m michael corleone of the east, setting up a meeting with the boss to k!ll him and leave a piece, trust
chorus:
i’m from a block where the fiends say the word hit oh so good, oh so good
even when the slow sh*t we movin’ on the low man i’m always in the hood, i’m always in the hood
when i was dead broke n*gga i ain’t have a clue lettin’ days go by, days go by
clutchin’ on my grip, still heavy on the hip this finna be a homicide, finna be a homicide
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