Murda Mook Baselines And Cars текст песни, слова песни Baselines And Cars Murda Mook
Murda Mook - Baselines And Cars
Humpin' on my leg, your mama fuckin' lost
Make your money last, hide it in the fast
Sound every bomb, draw stir it in the bag
Make your money last, hide it in the fast
Sound every bomb, draw stir it in the bag
Baselines and cars and the Bemfas
Know who I am, I run these fuckin' clubs
Baselines and cars and the Bemfas
Humpin' on my leg, your mama fuckin' lost
Make your money last, hide it in the fast
Sound every bomb, draw stir it in the bag
Make your money last, hide it in the fast
Sound every bomb, draw stir it in the bag
Baselines and cars and the Bemfas
Know who I am, I run these fuckin' clubs
Ridin' 'round in that new Porsche
I don't even need no tense bitch
Top down, listenin' to 2 Shore
Today I'm on my pimp shit
Get money you dip shit
I don't wanna get too much in debt
Chag boys always wanna linger 'round
Tryna figure out what I bench press
But I'm smartin' them so I switch spikes
Money comin' every tic toc
Hands ain't movin' right, you ain't doin' right
Hence better go ahead and fix your clock
Let me say one time ditch the rocks
You know them pigs, they come to play
Boy, you know that hustler Cole
Always live to ride another day
Always have some funs away
You never know when that may come your way
Make sure you got enough tucked away
For the day that you gotta say andale
Money don't sleep, you can't neither
Seven days a week, chain wife beater
Got the strip set, and they have fever
Time to meet Barbie, Sunday snickers
Used to makin' that dough pall
Intuition and knowhow
Man, everybody sayin' crack that
So everybody got that dope now
This is for my hustlers that ain't never wrote a rap
The ones that took a aw and they never looked back
Baselines and cars and the Bemfas
Humpin' on my leg, your mama fuckin' lost
Make your money last, hide it in the fast
Sound every bomb, draw stir it in the bag
Make your money last, hide it in the fast
Sound every bomb, draw stir it in the bag
Baselines and cars and the Bemfas
Know who I am, I run these fuckin' clubs
Ample sectors with the team
Spend 20 racks, man it ain't a thing
Man I made it all back yesterday
So that's when they put the rest away
Drunk as fuck, what's in my car?
Oh well give me another shot
Niggas want us locked up anyway
Checkin' out the street for my nigga Pop
Y'all know the time, y'all don't need a watch
Did you think you hide? Cause you lose the drop
I'm goin' to share, what you hold in my ear
Throwin' dough in the air like the pizza shot
Out in Houston, fuck the press
And a new McLaren, fuck the feds
Y'all can't get shit from me
Boy if you wanna talk money what the fuck you say?
I ain't hearn' it, not a little bit
I don't reach a bit, jam a little rit
I don't give a shit
I shoot your own house up when grandma, I'm ten to shit
Why should I care about the innocent?
Everybody guilty somehow
God damn all those road to riches
Y'all niggas got your thumbs up
So sorry, I'm so sorry
But I ain't stoppin' for nobody
Your ho probly gonna throw lolly
Let me shake it up like a toad Robbie
Ribs paid fo' and cribs paid fo'
All I need is good pussy and I big bank roll
Baselines and cars and the Bemfas
Humpin' on my leg, your mama fuckin' lost
Make your money last, hide it in the fast
Sound every bomb, draw stir it in the bag
Make your money last, hide it in the fast
Sound every bomb, draw stir it in the bag
Baselines and cars and the Bemfas
Know who I am, I run these fuckin' clubs
Baselines and cars and the Bemfas
Humpin' on my leg, your mama fuckin' lost
Make your money last, hide it in the fast
Sound every bomb, draw stir it in the bag
Make your money last
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