Money Hawk (feat. Ill Avery)

Yea da da yea Bih F*ck up off my line Wit the small talkin I hear the money callin As I chase speed up pace And the money walkin I need chip concentrate I be money hawkin Hunnids fiftys twentys Love how its feelin when I thumb it Better yet I finger f*ck it Bitches watchin heart eye love it I aint spend it on no vvs Aint nothin on me busted Nigga neva try and play me My niggas out here bussin Pick a spot wait til you come out Its a quarter back we rushem Den we skurt break bread blow tree Celebrate mission accomplished Aint no eva been up in me But a minute ago I was bummy Beggin petty hoes to love me Now look at me out here thuggin Flash ya shyt I 'll take ya money Baltimore bastard on ya ass And she come up too fast Get the dumpin at ya ass Give ya pockets pity pat Thought a nigga out here lackin Fix his lips to talk some smack If I up it pull it he go splat F*ck up off my line Wit the small talkin I hear da money callin As I chase speed up pace And da money walkin I need chip concentrate I be money hawkin Blurp blurp I remember draggin wit the chirp That was years ago Wen I dibble dabbled wit the work No I neva was a trapper but no cap I put in work I could neva make it happen collect deposit inserts I juss be clockin in stayin parallel of the worst But I got gas if you need half Cuz dem taxes be the worst Dumpin homes cuttin dome A fade a day to up my balance DykeGod on the pole Cashin out make ya hoe cash in I juss stay out the way Dont hit my line if you cant pay I money hawk all kind of way I kno they say that crime pays But I found some legal ways Mixed em all together Now im baker wit the cake F*ck up off my line Wit the small talkin I hear the money callin As I chase speed up pace And the money walkin I need chip concentrate I be money hawkin Aint shyt goin change me Been tweakin pictures way before that shyt was hd I left a couple in the dust I kno they hate me I mixed the lean wit the perky I was a baby Im mixin liquor wit blunts now my body hate me Life been slowin up mental blowin up My soldiers stay wit me they not juss here wen the war come I heard some niggas talkin like they really want war or somethin Pullup wit white flags like they drivin accords or somethin What more can I say I gotta get in each and every direction or way So wut that mean I got each and every perpetual play Lined up so wen i shoot for it all I do is spray Its bout time somebody on both sides Aint takin up no sides Still grindin to get to da money we need dat They dont see the hard times my nigga I bleed that Aint nobody out here clockin my digits I need that F*ck up off my line Wit the small talkin I hear the money callin As I chase speed up pace And the money walkin I need chip concentrate I be money hawkin