Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Money to Blow Lyrics
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Money to Blow
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What Are The Lyrics For Money to Blow By Hoodrich Pablo Juan?
Cook that shit up, Quay
Yeah, Quay cooked this shit up, man Pablo Juan cooked that shit up, man Roll up the dope, gold on my rope Gotta stay in school young nigga, get hoes Go get that money and f*ck on your ho Take off the plug and it gon' go for the low Pint come sealed, I just poured up a four F*ck your career, I got money to blow Rich in the hood, I got bricks of the coke Ain't gotta tell us shit, they already know Real in the trap, this ain't no fairytale Bricks and bails, I keep breaking my scale I cook with the mask, I can't stand the smell If you get locked up, nigga I know you 'gon tell My shooters they ready, I pay 'em well Let my young niggas 'gon catch it and make a sale Diapers and baby bottles its a daycare Trap out the house, bitch, you know we don't stay there Come to the trap, have your money ready I'm cookin' it in the pot like spaghetti Havin' raw dope, nigga this shit deadly Three choppers with me like Ed, Edd n Eddy I just want numbers, the fetty, them pesos Dope good like they was tastin' the rainbow Don't give no f*ck, I'ma f*ck on your main ho Bad 'lil foreign bitch, I think she albino I done got rich but I'm still on the same road Workin' two burners with the pot, Django Racks in my skinnys, addicted to bank rolls I know you wish you was a nigga, you ain't though Still in the trap, I ain't changed clothes Try me, I guarantee you get your brains blowed Gimme that head and that pussy, no anal Better have the pies, nigga I sell it, case closed One thing I never did is pay hoes Can't pay attention to these niggas, they hoes Check my resume I'm straight out the bowl Reppin' that dope, had to call out the hole He started snitchin' we call him a mole Stuffin' the bricks in the back of the store Pablo the plug, bitch, don't ask what I sold I jump in the foreign and roll up the dope Roll up the dope, gold on my rope Better stay in school young nigga, get hoes Go get that money and f*ck on your ho Take off the plug and it gon' go for the low Pint come sealed, I just poured up a four F*ck your career, I got money to blow Rich in the hood, I got bricks of the coke Ain't gotta tell us shit, they already know Real in the trap, this ain't no fairytale Bricks and bails, I keep breaking my scale I cook with the mask, I can't stand the smell If you get locked up, nigga I know you 'gon tell My shooters they ready, I pay 'em well Let my young niggas 'gon catch it and make a sale Babies and baby bottles its a daycare Trap out the house, bitch, you know we don't stay there Young Scooter, Pablo Juan, and we making' moves like Pablo (Jugg) Aston with the rose gold rims, and I got a Murcielago (Foreign) We put the pounds on the road, and we put the bricks on the cargo (Yeah) Anything I motherfuckin' say, I bet the street niggas follow (Street) Free Ralo, spin the nigga's block with the fully-auto (Brrat) I got all this water on, I might need goggles (Caliente) Pay the bitch extra she swallow, fuckin' bad bitches, models We go full throttle (Count up), pop five hundred bottles (Flex) Me and Pablo Juan, we get bails out the foreign (Jugg) I put the streets on curfew, I'm 'bout to set the alarm (For real) No less than fifty racks, each watch I put on my arms (Count up) All I rap about is dope 'cause thats the way I was born (Street!) Roll up the dope, gold on my rope Better stay in school young nigga, get hoes Go get that money and f*ck on your ho Take off the plug and it gon' go for the low Pint come sealed, I just poured up a four F*ck your career, I got money to blow Rich in the hood, I got bricks of the coke Ain't gotta tell us shit, they already know Real in the trap, this ain't no fairytale Bricks and bails, I keep breaking my scale I cook with the mask, I can't stand the smell If you get locked up, nigga I know you 'gon tell My shooters they ready, I pay 'em well Let my young niggas 'gon catch it and make a sale Babies and baby bottles its a daycare Trap out the house, bitch, you know we don't stay there |
Who Wrote Money to Blow By Hoodrich Pablo Juan?
Christopher N'quay Rosser, Kenneth Bailey, Sterling Pennix
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What's The Duration Of The Money to Blow By Hoodrich Pablo Juan?The duration of Money to Blow is 3:36 minutes and seconds. |
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