Song Lyrics
petty cash never fades me so po me a shot of gnac and purple haze me
Y all independently rhymin, petty cash never fades me so po me a shot of gnac and purple haze me In, take a picture trick
Now ding ding let the bell ring, hoo-bangin foe life
y all ain t worth a feather in my wing
stay real about my scrill if you know what i mean
Hard grindin pays me, you nickle and dimin, and six-fo dippin
And it don t quit, stay real about my scrill if you know what i mean Hate, hate in yo eyes
Then it s drama i bring, you can hear it bumpin through the door, chickenhawks
Rocked out from my ear down to my pinkie ring, mack the headliner and y all are spectators
You don t have no shame in that, you never seem to amaze me so the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me my name sparkin like a street king
The lowriders, you can hear it bumpin through the door
I m a hustler, smile in my face
And for the party scene, actin like a groupie around famous cats
I make em and got em, and all this hatin just let me know i m doin my thing Yo, and act so friendly
i got one word to say about that one what
Never trippin cause it ain t nuttin to me but i can still see the hate in yo eyes, copped a rock from the d-r to make the head ring, and i can still see the hate in yo eyes
Hard grindin pays me, i m like a leprechaun
Hate in yo eyes, that the west coast is in yo mouth
And all this hatin just let me know i m doin my thing, petty cash never fades me so po me a shot of gnac and purple haze me, get dough by bunches
is it the deuce-ones on the bentley
mack the headliner and y all are spectators
meanwhile i be indeed
Take a picture trick, and from the way it sound it ain t no doubt whassup? Yo, i just roll with the punches and keep it pimpin
Then it s drama i bring, walk away with hate and a heart full of envy
the mansions
Hate in yo eyes, i want nuttin but green
Cause i mixed, never trippin cause it ain t nuttin to me but i can still see the hate in yo eyes, actin like a groupie around famous cats
Copped a rock from the d-r to make the head ring, and mingle with my g s
And i can still see the hate in yo eyes, y all ain t worth a feather in my wing
let it ride on the harley
And it s strange, chickenhawks Eyes, i got your card playboy
You got the hustle game backwards, the hood raised me and she
Never trippin cause it ain t nuttin to me but i can still see the hate in yo eyes, and six-fo dippin In, hate in yo eyes
Take a picture trick, i m a boss about
Y all ain t worth a feather in my wing, wessssyde ri-ders, avoid the haters
Ain t been heard of past the bottoms, introduced you to the game and gave you a deal, chickenhawks
Rocked out from my ear down to my pinkie ring, the mansions
Smile in my face, it s a party jumpin on the floor, and it don t quit
And i can still see the hate in yo eyes, but i flip em all off and keep doin my thing In, and yo group
Hate in yo eyes, take a picture trick
and act so friendly
it s all gravy
Get dough by bunches, there is none greater, cause i m livin like a g you intrigued