the rain - talibando lyrics
[intro]
(d*mn, tye, you made this b*tch too?)
yeah
[verse]
hands hurt from countin’ up, lam’ truck, let’s mount it up
i got a couple dollars in the safe, but that sh*t not enough
i be iced up with the stick, go grab a hockey puck
if you see that drac’ barrel flash, then you out of luck
lame*ass n*ggas, they ain’t gang, they is not with us
tired of gettin’ taxed through the middle*man, then come shop with us
smokin’ 41 gelato, gettin’ head from a model
if it’s problems, we can put it on the floor, i feel like latto (yeah)
crack a n*gga head like an egg, knock the yolk out him
in the club drinkin’ lean, i don’t want no rose bottle
still got plays down the way and a line on the yay
in the kitchen mixin’, shiftin’ like i’m ’bout to bake a cake
i was trappin’ out the days inn, makin’ like ten a day then
we the mafia, if you a friend of ours, then you a made man
iced up at the game, front row, i know the players too
broke*ass n*gga, your lil’ ho should be ashamed of you
mixin’ up different fashion, hood traps to mansions
if i get my money right, then i might move out to the hamptons
me and bro just bust open a new lane, so it’s on the floor
kobe and shaq, we throwin’ oops straight out the pick*and*roll
fastbreaks, give*and*gos, anything it take to score
i had a bad day, go grab a pop, we ’bout to pour a four
i’m k!llin’ n*ggas literally, nah, i ain’t got no sympathy
you scary*ass n*gga come around actin’ jittery
losses come with the game, money make n*ggas change
this clout sh*t gettin’ crazy, these n*ggas chasin’ the fame (crazy)
i’m gettin’ straight to the money, don’t care what a n*gga think
tryna get a platinum presi’, i think that b*tch 80k
tryna ball, not maintain, get rich, not g*ngb*ng
still rep the set for life, my n*ggas reppin’ the same thing
i don’t walk, i don’t jog, i be runnin’ to the money
through the rain, through the snow, and the days when it’s sunny
i love the hustle like mitch, bust a brick down to zips
magician up in the kitchen, i’ll show you a couple tricks
what, you allergic to the money? you broke, it don’t make no sense
you need to get on your grind, ’cause hatin’ don’t pay you sh*t
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