Lil' Keke

[fox69]

"These"
(feat. Lil Brent)

"These"
(feat. Lil Brent)



(These boys ain't gave me nothin
These haters ain't gave me nothin
These haters ain't gave me nothin
All this money, I got it from hustlin)

[Chorus:]
These haters ain't gave me nothin, ain't gave me nothin
I say these haters ain't gave me nothin, ain't gave me nothin
These haters ain't gave me nothin, ain't gave me nothin
All this money, I got it from hustlin
Hold up
[x2]

Ain't none a these haters neva gave us shit
Still gotta hustle for the shit we get
Bounce back quick for the licks we hit
Two night pass in the same outfit
I rap the type cause this cheque was right
I gotta get this cake and I'm gone
Yea, what they cryin bout
They neva helped us out
Now they hate the fact that we on
Say I'm in the coupe today and in a Houston way
I like to represent for my state (south side)
Yea a nigga extra clean, 13 to 10
And you can bet the shoes from my bed
Cause I like to work for mine when them punks is cryin
I neva gave a damn what they said
Ya'll niggas gave me nothin
They just say I wouldn't, but I still be chasin that bread
Nothin but hungry thoughts in my head
Ya'll can't feel the shit, cause ya'll scared
RIP dem niggas that dead
Don't say shit dem niggas that fed
We went rock for rock until the block was hot
But now we pop the top and get thug
It's that Texas G and that youngster B
We like to talk the shit cause we go
Gat!
Ok, let's ride

[Chorus]

These niggas ain't gave me nothin
Speak up dog, was you sayin somethin
Bad bitch look like Lisa Rey
The only difference is she in her early twenties
And I pull up in da benz like Snoop
With my hand up her skirt
Fittin make her go to work
But she say it's too big
Fittin to make this shit work
Pop before a pimp do it
Girl gon go to work
I swear these broke niggas can't relate to it
That's why they always bring hate to it
Cause they don't wanna see a nigga on
Right now I'm in grind mode and I'm gettin to it
No 2 chains but I'm gettin to it
Kill beast like it was nothin to it
If rappin looked like your only way
You mean to tell me you wouldn't fuckin do it
I'm in the box whip
Like a nose jack
And I get more hate let alone more stack
Don't talk no shit cause my goons so strapped
Got a tech in the club
Sluggin in from the back
I swear these ho niggas don't want none
Broke boys they ain't gave shit
But now they see e with don Ke
And now they wanna get a verse quick
But ah!
Ok, let go

[Chorus]

Turn up one time
These niggas ain't gave me nothin
All this money, I got it from hustlin

 

[fox69]

"This A Grind"
(feat. Propain & Mug)

"This A Grind"
(feat. Propain & Mug)



[Talking]
7-13 the truth, ok that's right
We stuck out here in the streets nigga
Still searching for a piece of mind
The hustle is all we got, I'ma grind to the end nigga
I take this shit to the limit, everything from my heart nigga

[Lil' Keke]
They say I'm still, one the best there is
Been on the hustle getting paid, for some months over years
Ask God every night, to remove my fears
I done lost a whole lot, but had to lose them tears to switch gears
A lot of niggaz, follow my lead
My team strong fuck failing cause we must succeed, a rare breed
Crazy, when I smoke that weed
I guess these constant bad habits put my mind at ease, I gotta breathe
The streets, get a lot of my time
Got me praying real hard, for a piece of my mind
Yeah I'm still pressing forward, fuck lagging behind
Bout my bidness everyday, while these niggaz is crying and I ain't lying
Mash cause I must get mine
When your days get dark, you know it's tougher to shine
Slow it down get your head right, then unwind
Never gave up I stayed on the grind my nigga, it's my time

[Chorus]
I'm still one of the best of my kind
Out here working, and I'm searching for a piece of my mind
Lord knows, I'm out here hustling for the rest of my time
Crawling back, and still looking for the front of the line I'm on the grind
Hey this shit a grind (grind), this shit a grind (grind)
This shit a grind, I can't stand wasting time
So I'm getting mine (mine), I'm getting mine (mine)
I'm getting mine, putting it all on the line

[Propain]
Yeah, was bred to get it in the hardest times
Two options where I'm from, you either starve or grind
Southside nigga, we was taught to shine
Mind of a G bitch, hustling this heart of mine
I'm dying, what you gon' do when that court decline
And your gal bitching in your ear, because your daughter crying
Grind, mayn a helping hand is hard to find
You gotta hit these streets become a beast, morphing time
Diamonds round my neck, same thang around my wrist
Just a year ago, these niggaz claimed I wouldn't amount to shit
Now me and my niggaz hopping off of planes, counting chips
I went from getting hate, to treated like a king around this bitch
I got my foot on they neck, and I won't let go
And still pimping pens, till I'm platinum in the ghetto
Yeah, I ain't stunting I ain't capping
I'm just motivating these real niggaz, showing em it can happen I'm grinding

[Chorus]

[Mug]
I swear I'm on a grind, on that all night shit
Anything gotta be better, than them all white bricks
Feds lurking through the neighborhood, gotta watch how I talk on the phone
So much going through my mind, can't express it on one song
I'm in the field as we speak, on my gorilla shit
Seen myself on TV, I couldn't picture this
Do it for the smell of success, that's fresh air
You thinking bout tomorrow, I'm stacking for next year
Kids need food, daddy stay on a mission
So fuck getting a plate, I'm building my own kitchen
Hungry all about my scratch, palms itching
Haters sick thinking I won't explode, this bomb's ticking

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"This How We Do"
(feat. Late Nite)

"This How We Do"
(feat. Late Nite)



[Talking]
7-1-3, Slim Thug, Lil' Ke
Doing it up with Mr. Lee, Nodd Factor, CMG
Boss Hogg, Big Unit, big primping
No tricking, what, this how we do it mayn, 2003

[Slim Thug]
I'm relaxing on the seven day, Carnival Cruise mayn just
Living the lifestyle, of the rich and the famous
Sipping margarita mix, with one of my model chicks
She's a hottie perfect body, 36-24-36
It's a beautiful thang
And on the cool, I ain't got room to complian
I'm living lovely drinking bubbly, on all occasions
Over a million bucks, is what my jewelry appraising
Black, White or Asian the girl is mine
I'm knocking down, one of Steve Frances hoes right now
I'm a balla taller, than Jailon Rose
Don't shoot basketball, but I play with the pros
A six figga nigga, who pockets keep getting bigger
Trying to rape the industry, like Dame Dash and Jigga
Jeah I'm truly blessed, by the man up above
And he showing nothing but love, for his son Slim Thug

[Hook]
We bout to say what's up Northside
Come on, this how we do it on the Southside
That's right, we bout to dip on through the Eastside
Fa sho, they throw the dub up on the Westside
Ok, they get they money on the Northside
Come on, we do it big on the Southside
That's right, they keep it fly on the Eastside
Fa sho, they smoke the best on the Westside, ok ok

[Lil' Keke]
Here comes a superstar, laid back and confidential
Got double platinum potential, and birds off in the rental
It's just fundamental, how the game is applied
I get a gangsta stay thugging, for my niggaz that died
So let me take a ride, stroll up memory lane
You get your two for one twenty, for a show ain't a thang
You know it's Southsive, that's how the money divide
Got leather and plenty wood, plus the body is wide
So throw your home up, baby we done blown up
Rolling on 22's, transportation gotta be grown up
Niggaz better own up, when it's time for war
Get to' up be coming down, and I be sitting at the bar
With your sugar brown yellow bone, something I can take home
Got her in a thug zone, so I mash on
Floss mode, when the mix is thick
Throw your deuce up quick, I'm bout to crash your chick

[Late Nite]
It's the Boss of the North, the Don of the South
A beautiful day, to pull the toys out
Living lovely, why would you wanna hate me
It's the Boss of the North, the Don of the South
A beautiful day, to pull the toys out
Living lovely, why would you wanna hate me

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"This Money Crazy"
(feat. Big Pokey)

"This Money Crazy"
(feat. Big Pokey)



Alright three million, I counted it twice
Two point five, two point five I'm sure
I'm calling it three, then we are half a million off huh
Well fuck it, I'm not counting it again
Wait, if it's sixty pounds it's three million
Fifty's two point five, I don't give a shit close enough
Where do I put it, uh try the back bedroom (7-13)

This money crazy, I'm losing my mind
This money crazy, I'm losing my mind
This money crazy, I'm losing my mind
Pulling bitches, getting paper as the same damn time
Say what?
Get back on the hustle like a fool with it
Get back on your hustle like a fool with it
Get back on your hustle like a fool with it
Show a band, blow a band, shit like that, I'm cool with it

Texas in this bitch, now what you sack about?
We bounce up on that shit and just go cash it out
Now I been burning loud, I feel like passing out
If you ain't with the team you just ass out
First one in the building and the last out
Them haters on my dick, I take the trash out
If you ain't running fast, he can tag that
I parked the hard top and pulled the rag
I'm cooking that cut a gram, love me for whom I am
Running with real niggas who really don't give a damn
God forgive me, we just want this plug money
All my life I hustled for this thug money
What? Throw that 50 up as if you feel good
I never left my hustle 'cause I'm still hood
It's don Keke, I show them hoes the fast life
Thinking about this paper, getting my cash right

This money crazy, I'm losing my mind
This money crazy, I'm losing my mind
This money crazy, I'm losing my mind
Pulling bitches, getting paper as the same damn time
Say what?
Get back on the hustle like a fool with it
Get back on your hustle like a fool with it
Get back on your hustle like a fool with it
Show a band, blow a band, shit like that, I'm cool with it

[Big Pokey:]
It's simple, run by dimple, I be moving at a fast pace
If you ain't getting to the paper you in last place
I hustle hard for this money, I get mad K
See the boss about this business, keep the bank straight
Trash bags full of bricks, I'm coming for money
They say the jackals hit the trap and get none of the money
If they looking for the kid I'm abundant in money
They say them niggas make it rain, none of them money
K, cash, guap, scrilla, gotta have it, homie
It's good plan, pop a band, another record on me
Sensei Montana, they named me after Tony
Now I'm married to the money, holy matrimony

This money crazy, I'm losing my mind
This money crazy, I'm losing my mind
This money crazy, I'm losing my mind
Pulling bitches, getting paper as the same damn time
Say what?
Get back on the hustle like a fool with it
Get back on your hustle like a fool with it
Get back on your hustle like a fool with it
Show a band, blow a band, shit like that, I'm cool with it

 

[fox69]

"Throw Your Sets Up"

"Throw Your Sets Up"


[Talking]
What what, this for the hood y'all
Yeah what, this for the block y'all
What yeah, this for the set y'all check it

[Lil' Keke]
Ok this Southside, who do it better than me
Distribution radio, baby and even T.V
We got the hood locked up, got the watch rocked up
You know the game done changed, since the Don popped up
Everyday all day, can't see it no other way
From the Houston city streets, to the old AK
We been blessed mayn, cause we the best mayn
And I got loot bulletproofs, on my chest mayn
Where your block at, nigga represent for your set
We do it quick fast and fly, like a airline jet
We getting money baby, because we love to work
And I will stay gangstafied, when I'm put in the dirt

[Hook]
If you really representing, go and throw up your set
Cause my hood off the chain, every chance we get
We some thug niggaz, we ain't no scrub niggaz
It's just gangstas, cut throats, man I love niggaz
If you really representing, go and throw up your block
AK's and 45's, with them plastic glocks
We some thug niggaz, we ain't no scrub niggaz
Wave your hands in the air, if you love niggaz

[Lil' Keke]
It's war time, on the real and you ain't heard
Hit the cuts on fire, moving halfs and birds
Get my paper route, then pull my stacks out
I fuck with G's and thugs, that got that street clout
You gotta be certified, cause this is Southside
My shoes be 22's, when I'm outside
I gotta get mo' do', mo' dro, I gotta resco'
Gotta stash a ki, when the shit get too slow
Oh no, there go them boys set tripping
Oh no, there go that AR ripping
Tell your whole click, they better clean up they act
Cause when the clock going forward, ain't no turning it back

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke]
It's the black mack, pushing new Cadillac
Smoking a fat sack, riding with the roof back
Ok it's CMG, and we gon get it fa sho
We trying to touch 60 mill, like them boys in Blow
I gotta let em know, that I'm still a pro
Freestyle right now, they gon love the flow
It ain't no thang mayn, it ain't gon change mayn
If it's crack, rap or pimping, it's the same thang
It's bout that cheddar fool, this shit is old school
Dirty South representing, like I'm 'pose to
Cause Commission rich nigga, we some dangerous killas
And I wouldn't really give a fuck mayn, I love my niggaz

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Undaground All-Stars"
(feat. Mike D, Lil' O)

"Undaground All-Stars"
(feat. Mike D, Lil' O)



[Talking]
Young Don nigga, Fat Rat nigga
We in the building, S.U.C
Underground All-Stars, feel it ah

[Hook]
We some hustlers ballers, money making thugs
Underground All-Stars, show the game love
Cause we bosses gangstas, money making G's
Counting O's doing shows, from our new CD's

[Lil' Keke]
Throw your block up high, get your set in the sky
Get your dro get your drank, X pills and fry
We some hustlers ballers, gangstas bosses
Hood rich nigga, with no time for losses
I've been gone for a minute, so boys wanna do me
I'm cold with this shit, bouncing back like Juve
Feel me kill me, or make you a choice
Or tuck your tail like a bitch, when you hear my voice
Bring pain no change, on my new c.d
And I'm raw as ten lines, out the scorpion key
S.U.C. to the finish, niggaz clearing the way
In the booth spitting truth, better ask MJ
Got Miggity Mike D, and I'm Don Lil' Ke
Herschelwood and the 3, Laf-Tex C.M.G
Braeswood new chrome, on brand new cars
It's the Southside, Underground All-Stars

[Hook x2]

[Lil' O]
I sold c.d.s, out the back of my truck
So I could knock off the truck, that start with the Range
And when I stopped moving crack and I started to rap
And I made me some stacks, I ain't changed
You must respect my hustle, you must respect my grind
You must respect my hard work, I got the right to shine
Remember well in my cell, I had to fight the time
But I swore when I got out, I'd have twice the grind
And be, ten times the man
This Y on my wrist, is ten times a grand
I got the glow of a God, you can't out shine me man
Dear Lord watch over me, niggaz hating on me I'm about to bomb on em
Be with me Amen, see I will prevail
Not a millionaire yet, but I'm giving 'em hell
Real life thug shit, man I'm living it well
And if you real like I'm real, then you feel me like brail cause we some

[Hook x2]

[Mike D]
Ain't too many gon hop out, and do the game like me
I got the heart of a lion, hustle game from the 3
I'm with the Don Keke, Lil' O and Den Den
Plus guerillas from the Southwest, with C's on they fucking chest
You get it right get it straight, baby we hold the weight
Use to be the cocaine, now this the drank state
And you know, who hold the keys to the city
It's Miggity Mike D, a young Carl Smitty
And I'm tired of these overrated, rappers
Ain't seen the streets a day in they life, just modern day actors
Watch niggaz like me, and put my life in they lines
And niggaz in the hood, don't even know your kind
I'm a hustler gangsta, money making thug
With niggaz from the hood, that'll get at you cuz

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Understand"
(feat. Grit Boys)

"Understand"
(feat. Grit Boys)



[Hook x2]
Try to understand, all the shit that I've been through
Try to understand, I got a life to live too
Try to understand, I got problems but I feel you
Try to understand, I'm a man I got bills too

[Pretty Todd]
I never give the devil the pleasure, to ever take a fella off of his level
Still, everything's right on schedule
I had my personal vendettas, but I solved em
Cause all that drama, could stop us from getting dollas
I take advice from one, and that's my mama
I made her a promise, my word is my honor
Cause sure enough, I'm a grown up
Just turned 21 there's money to get, and I'm trying to get me some
So get your ass out my path, 'fore you get mashed
Put a whole new career, in your new acts relapse
What we have, is organized grinding
In a mind of real niggaz, our vision's a clear picture
I'm still with you, you ain't lost me I hope I ain't lost you
I just, had to get that out fool
And let niggaz know, a lil' something about school
And struggle in this concrete, jungle I walk through

[Scooby]
I am dog, a grown man dog
You don't understand, the plan at hand dog
You see the potential, I mash to get cake
Hustle Presidential, like a Bad Azz Mix Tape
Say I live what I speak, so you best believe
I grind to what's left for me, is left in these streets
Listen up man, I mean with figgas
I don't know if it's just me, but all I see is green pictures
And I don't bother, with these in between niggaz
Loyalty is my back bone, we the team nigga
G-R-I-T-B-O
Y-dolla sign, chump cause we need do'
Respect is power, and power is money
Money is time, money is the reason that I rhyme and grind
Might I remind you, that I'm designed to
Move anything out the way, of getting what's mine fool

[H.A.W.K.]
See the type of nigga I am, I give a good damn
Bout anything, other than fam
Just ten years ago, when I didn't have flow
Before You Already Know, when I didn't have do'
My mom's oldest seed, I had to take the lead
Dreams of making believe, became make believe
We was boys but we now men, ask once then you'll ask again
How many times, will I have to lend
You on the outside, looking in
You don't know where I done been, do anything to get in
I don't know how, some of you think
But soon as you blink, they here on the first and fifteenth
Now see I got bills too, feel me like you I feel you
God damn, I got a life too
Got a kid, and a wife too
And how the hell they gon eat, if I still gotta feed you

[Lil' Keke]
Follow the vision, and we can walk the road clear
I hustled and struggled, it was another long year
I never had a brother, so I turned to the thugs
No unconditional love, cause we ain't the same blood
Tough guys, most y'all niggaz still bluffing
I'm thinking while I'm puffing, I don't owe you niggaz nothing
I'm changing my ways, I'm living my life new
Nigga get your own thang, and see what your hustle do
I done heard it all nigga, guess I'm chasing a dream
Got a big family to feed, and I'm the coach of that team
If you the shit best believe, all the flies they love it
When the plan going bad, everybody say fuck it
And you recognize game, when the pain is felt
And it's one thang fa sho, I ain't gon lie to myself
So you busta ass niggaz, can't see night from day
Understand black man, I got bills to pay

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"We Coming Back"

"We Coming Back"


[Talking]
My click, don't sweat it
Here we come nigga, CMG on the rise check it

[Lil' Keke]
It's been a long time, but we bringing it back
This for the gangstas on the streets, still dressed in black
For the gangstas in the Penn, still dressed in white
Hold your head young nigga, everything's alright
It don't matter what they do, still love my peeps
You can hustle all night, but respect the streets
It's a picture out there, and I'm seeing it clear
Told my click step it up man, cause this our year
Load up the tour bus, yeah we rolling again
Feeling good bout my fam, it's just me and my men
Yeah we loc'd up, the trunk smoked up
This for cowards on the streets, yeah they choked up
They thought we broke up, but we came back
And I'ma twist another fat one, out the do' sack
I blow my wig back, and continue to mash
Cause it's all about the road trips, and getting that cash
Take a second look, niggaz nuts took
Bout to turn another page, in the gangsta book
And this life ain't fair, so I just don't care
We ain't got to come back, cause we ain't went nowhere, what

[Hook]
We coming, we coming back
We coming back, when it's time to attack
The black Mack don't slack, and he don't know how to act
We coming, we coming back
We coming back, putting hits on the rack
Moving bricks of crack, because it's like that uh

[Lil' Keke]
Tighten up your defense, for the fourth quarter
Ain't no games being played, we done got smarter
Every inch every yard, cause it count from here
CMG on the move, baby have no fear
We gon take it to the max, cause it's still our year
And boys be talking down, got the wrong idea
We done stepped up my man, to the plate this time
Get a grip don't slip, 'fore you fall behind
I do it rhyme for rhyme, write it line for line
I remember on the corner, going dime for dime
Going rock for rock, going lick for lick
Fifty pack whole sales, trying to get to a brick
Now I'm in the rap world, and I'm ripping it hard
Got my family back together man, thanks to the Lord
They don't wanna talk to me though, still wanna do me though
Off the block to the streets, straight to the studio
Getting paid, trying to get rich
You know the game might change, but I just don't switch
And I just don't snitch, and that's a real true fact
Watch yourself lil' whodi, cause we bout to come back, what

[Hook x3]

 

[fox69]

"We Did That"

"We Did That"


[Talking]
South-Sive, the young Don
You motherfucking right, I'm back man
H-A-W-K, my motherfucking big brother
This for the late great Fat Pat
DJ Screw baby, you did it
You started this monster man, ha-ha

[Lil' Keke]
We did that, just to prove a point
When we in the vocal booth, we'll crash the joint
Another callabo, reaching for mo' do'
Geeking and spitting flow, teaching a weak hoe
Let me go, I drop raps a mile a minute
Done six hundred thousand, local and independent
Boys see me flow, but they can't see me do'
Cutting out the middle man, when you the CEO
I mash and get crunk, and do it for Corey Blunt
Take a two week trip, throw fifty up out the trunk
Mastermind, take it to another level
Basically I'm saying, that I'm platinum in the ghetto
Fuck a major deal, we get nine a pop
Pressing up seventy thousand, everytime we drop
Release six a year, you do the math
I'ma stay in the studio, and let you hear the slab

[Hook x2: Lil Keke & (H.A.W.K.)]
We did this, just to let you niggaz know
(mic check straight wreck, when we come with the flow)
Representing, for the S.U.C
(coldest lyricists, in the 7-1-3), hey

[H.A.W.K.]
7-1-3, is the area code
7-45, is how I hog the road
24/7 nigga, I stay blowed
And all the hoes say H.A.W.K., is thoed
It's the great one, brother of the late one
The straight one, when I bust with this gun
Don't hate son, cause the flow is polish
Never went to college, but still blessed with knowledge
Never had a major deal, and don't even want it
I just flex my skill, and crush my opponent
However you want it, I bring it hard to the rack
And y'all must forgot, I got platinum placks
And that's a fact, the next best thing to crack
To hear one of my songs, you gotta ring it back
Rewind that shit, get off in your mind and shit
The kid is sick, and I love the way he spit

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Keke]
We spit this rap, and drive this map
Then I kick this flow, and go for mo'
Then I let you niggaz know, that I don't play
Smoke this light green, everyday
I'm on my way, me and my nigga Big Hawk-y
Across the water, alert the Nextel walkie
Young Don, and they just can't see
Another cold nigga, from the 7-1-3

[H.A.W.K.]
Ke hit me on the walkie, so I hit him back
Did you hear what we did, to that Worm track
We did that, boys better back on back
Or I'll react, and dominate just like Shaq
H.A.W.K. and the Don, really we don't barre none
We the shit, and y'all mo'fuckers the runs
Here we come, so y'all better move around
It's the 7-1-3, bout to shut shit down

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"We Gettin' Money 2"
(feat. 2 Chainz)

"We Gettin' Money 2"
(feat. 2 Chainz)



[2 Chainz:]
Between me and you I'm gettin' money too
Between me and you I'm gettin' money too
Between me and you I'm gettin' money too
Between me and you I'm gettin' money too

5 in the morning, feds at my door
Early in the morning layin' with my ho
Came in my crib couldn't find a gram I told them cops suck this [?]
And be out here, scram
Tell you a lil story about a lesson I learned
Never leave the crib without packin' a gun
Niggas talk bout me but they fluently wrong
Cause I came from the block get my [?] on
Niggas keep askin' me what Luda be on
Cause Tity spit fire like a fucking dragon
Brag on, drag off, if I'm on, you not
You are, I'm the opposite of soft
Came from the corner keepin' chickens in my loft
I got alotta bitches but I love my Nina Ross
And how could I forget how [?]
A foreign car ridin', Hemis make me cough

Hold up wait a minute let me roll my sleeves up
Hold up wait a minute let me roll weed up
Hold up wait a minute let me pour my lean up
Hold up wait a minute let that between us

Between me and you I'm gettin' money too
Between me and you I'm gettin' money too
Between me and you I'm gettin' money too
Between me and you I'm gettin' money too

[Lil Keke:]
I came in, lookin' to win, so drop 'em off
When the birds packed up for the winter, they flyin' south
Sleeves rolled up when I'm whippin' that yola
Stayin' real in the field like a US soldier
Make it quick, spin it fast
Hustle hard, make it last
Married to this dirty cash
Shift the gear and press the gas
Imma show you what it do
This between me and you
Gucci belt and Gucci shoe, Texas gettin' money too
Twist it up and smoke
Haters out here ridin' broke
I'm ridin' high and leavin' fly
Boys out here losin' hope
Miss me with foul play
Comin' down y'all way
Yeah we gettin' money too on the grind all day

[2 Chainz:]
Hold up wait a minute let me roll my sleeves up
Hold up wait a minute let me roll weed up
Hold up wait a minute let me pour my lean up
Hold up wait a minute let that between us

Between me and you I'm gettin' money too
Between me and you I'm gettin' money too
Between me and you I'm gettin' money too
Between me and you I'm gettin' money too