Do Or Die Lyrics

Album: Picture This

Money Flow Lyrics

(feat. Tung Twista)

 Now for some typical reason

 I'm rollin up some hoes, and pattin my back seat, hah

 My pimpin lyrical tactics, is like a dirty kid flippin on a mattress

 Now flex this

 

 [Verse One: Tung Twista]

 

 Now I just be

 On the front porch, with a torch, ready to scorch

 Two women peepin me cause really I'm gone

 In the zone they havin thoughts of freakin me

 Keepin me company bumpin me for the privacy I'm on

 They can see I'm a cool muhfucka kickin the petty

 Down with a tango on my razor fade

 Peanut butter complexion to silly processions

 Of bitties a fifty sack got some reefers and a razor blade

 Like a game of Spades, crack the bullshit

 These days was made for me to devise strictly games that paid

 Women freakin me greedy lickin me doin body graffiti

 Throwin they panties up on the stage, are you up on the age?

 Two players in the Chi, you're thinkin Do Or Die

 You and I can be naked cause I'm the love that you've been thinkin of

 The style of flow is a vocal calico

 To show you with the mic I be speakin love, what's the words, weak and numb

 Go to my crib, no need to bring a mask and glock

 Try not to pass the block, gettin more hot than the astronauts

 Sippin After Shock

 I ball cause I see you all on Rap-a-Lot

 Let's get parley and then crack the spot

 Plenty Henny for my crew and I ain't even broke up half a knot

 Keep on holdin me while I roll to be we can smoke or ride

 And you can play with me to keep the passion hot

 Don't you know how the money flow

 

 [Chorus:]

 

 Don't you know, how the money flow

 Don't you know, how the money flow

 

 [Verse Two: Belo]

 

 Mmmm, now they peep a brother Rolex

 Try and get race car, heavy on the skin tech

 Money clean like Windex

 Givin up the ave like a brother gonna pass, but the hoe check

 Hoe flex I'm on the avenue, lay it back sip a half a brew

 So I see if I can have a fruit

 A peep show like the hoe when she thinkin bout me havin you

 She laughin too, and pass a few, beads around

 Smokin trees till the leaves come down

 She be clothed ain't a skeezer now, show em the paper

 That be caught up at your crib with your pantses down

 But money maker want a triple take

 Look at the nigga with the endless dividends of heavyweight

 See him ridin in the C-A, D-I, double-L, A-C

 Always checkin paper in tall ways

 Pull em off the sprawlways

 Herd a couple hoes in clothes and I'm supposed to be all day

 Parley parley, dog that's how the money flow

 

 [Chorus:]

 

 Don't you know, how the money flow

 Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O

 Don't you know

 

 [Verse Three: AK-47]

 

 Bend the block with the indo, blowin out my window

 Rolex on my side do', lean back in the slow flow

 Gettin paid as the night go

 I see some fly hoe, tell me where you crib at

 Where's the place that you live at?

 Hit you on the phone till you be all alone

 So we can get it on baby just kick back

 Swiggin brews and Perrier

 Thick chick with a booty like a plizayer do

 AK (to where) to the pen

 And to tell all my niggaz to keep it strong

 They ain't got long (to what) to see

 Where the niggaz is kick it where a nigga kick it

 Go where I go Cadillac to the show

 Po Pimp fuck the dough hit the stage and become wicked

 Get the money and ride out, go back to the hideout

 Take a woman to the bed and spread them thighs out

 I'ma pull my surprise out

 Then my boys was flyin out, but two girls were chasin

 Deep in Chicago, been doin this since the nine-oh

 Comin up put a number on fryin hoes

 Let the money flow

 

 [Chorus:]

 

 Don't you know, how the money flow

 Don't you know, how the money flow

 Don't you know, how the money flow

 Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O

 

 [Verse Four: Nard]

 

 Now for some typical reason I'm rollin up with a hoe

 And I'm pattin my back seat

 I pimp lyrical tactics like a dirty kid flippin on a mat

 Never could I come flexless, when I wreck shit

 Then be dip through the Chi and enjoy my Lexus

 Better blow when you bob your head, to the fed shit

 Why you waitin for the next kid, motherfucker

 Makin money just wanted to take a little get the dick wet

 Get my girl in bed

 Spend my money in the Southern, motherfuckers

 That's thuggerin, but I'ma come from the heart for start

 To stop all the niggaz the bigger the trigger the larger the dividends

 Pimpin and paperin leavin sugar in

 Till money flow like a dreamland

 But really though, could you tell me how the money flow?

 

 [Chorus:]

 

 Don't you know, how the money flow

 Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O

 Don't you know, how the money flow

 Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O