Lyrics

Oh, I know what they won't do Uh-oh (yeah, yeah) Oh, it's 'bout to be a problem (that's right) It's your boy Nitti (yeah) I'm with my big bruh 8Ball (ok) and MJG (wow) It's that new shit nigga (yeah) let's go (aye) What it sound like? Sound like money (like money) What it look like? Look like money (like money) What it feel like? Feel like money (like money), aye What it is real life? Make a nigga money Now tell the DJ bring it back (tell the DJ bring it back) Tell the DJ bring it back (tell the DJ bring it back), aye Tell the DJ bring it back (tell the DJ bring it back) Tell the DJ bring it back (tell the DJ bring it back), aye, aye (let's go) What it sound like, crispy 20's being counted out Shout it out, man, we done made it through another drought Celebrate, haters can't bring me down If you want do it not chu finna to see me now All in face, yea, with my gold mouth There niggas thought we was gone like J.D hair But we still in your ear, throwing Memphis in the air On the space shuttle, weed got me way up there I swear I ain't rich, but I feel like a billionaire Hustle 'til I die, yea, fuck around and put it there One licks, two licks, three licks, four (yeah) Keep hit licks like I'm playin' a guitar What it sound like? Sound like money (like money) What it look like? Look like money (like money) What it feel like? Feel like money (like money) What it is real life? Make a nigga money Now tell the DJ bring it back (tell the DJ bring it back) Tell the DJ bring it back (tell the DJ bring it back), aye Tell the DJ bring it back (tell the DJ bring it back) Tell the DJ bring it back (tell the DJ bring it back), aye, aye I look, I smell, I taste like money It's a big, big mistake if ya try to take some from me This mornin' I shit it out 55 hundred Then flush it down the toilet, goddamn it, I gun it I'm pimp tight MJ's stick wit' the Benz Though Ben told me, "MJ write about the Benz" First let 'em know you keep around, I'll be in the crowd wit' 'em If I'm sweatin' you too hard, take a paper towel wit' 'em Ride loose bowels wit' 'em, leave 'em in the trash Spend a hundred thou' for the trash man, I'm a bad man Hell even worse trick (ok), she use it, not want it That's when I used to fuck with her, forget her 'cause What it sound like? Sound like money (like money) What it look like? Look like money (like money) What it feel like? Feel like money (like money) What it is real life? Make a nigga money Now tell the DJ bring it back (tell the DJ bring it back) Tell the DJ bring it back (tell the DJ bring it back), aye Tell the DJ bring it back (tell the DJ bring it back) Tell the DJ bring it back (tell the DJ bring it back), aye, aye (where you at?) I got all kind of cash (cash), gold Rover Range (Range) The girls sell me fast (fast), Roadrunner brings (beep beep) Dro and 8Ball in a whole 'nother lane (watch out) The trap taking MJG, a whole 'nother theme (yeah) Chevy with the bang, don't forget to spray it down (down) Coming out hard, tell them bitches lay it down (down) My wrist weigh a pound, I got stupid ass jewelry (stupid ass jewelry) Gettin' a quarter mil' in the coupe, it's that serious (yeah) I hear they hatin', hatin' I got superman ears (I do) Blue and red Lamborghini, supermans gear (I spin) Polo, Polo, Polo, I been doin' that for years (ok) If you smell like money, you can touch it, don't be scared, Young Dro What it sound like? Sound like money (like money) What it look like? Look like money (like money) What it feel like? Feel like money (like money) What it is real life? Make a nigga money Now tell the DJ bring it back (tell the DJ bring it back) Tell the DJ bring it back (tell the DJ bring it back), aye Tell the DJ bring it back (tell the DJ bring it back) Tell the DJ bring it back (tell the DJ bring it back), aye, aye 8Ball and MJG Welcome back T.I.P., I got you, homie Grand Hustle
Writer(s): Premro Smith, Marlon Goodwin, Chadron Moore, Djuan Hart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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