Tony Shhnow Goin' Through It
[Intro]
(I really like to use Cash)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
And this is what it sound like when you thumbin' through it
Call your bitch to give me top 'cause I've been goin' through it
Why these niggas love to hate? Did I do somethin' to 'em?
If you do not get no cake, then what the hell you doin'? Yeah
Champagne, black bottle boy
I don't drink it, but your ho do, so I keep some on me
Pillow-talkin', that's a ho move
I do what I want and you doin' what you told to
Me and my niggas stick together like cold food
Hood rich, blowin' food stamps up at Whole Foods
My boy don't do music, but he got them pro tools
He like to shoot, but he never seen a goal, dude (I really like to use Cash)
f..ck your bitch, that's old news, I just hit the whole crew
[Verse]
Woah, woah, woah
This is what it sound like when you gettin' to the racks (Yeah)
I just f..cked your bitch, her pussy wet, come take her back
The way I thumb through the check, you can tell I'm on that (Yeah)
Walk out with the bag, she can tell I like to shop
Nigga called me for the juug, but I ain't even at the spot
I done failed my driver's test, but I still pull off the lop
And you know I keep that dirty, plus my boy, he got the mop (Yeah)
Juug team, we just hit a lick for like ten bands
Crip tips, I got thirty rounds in this F and N
I love money and she love me too
Blue hunnids in my pocket, dawg, I don't have a clue
Real trapper, not a rapper, dawg, so I need the loot
Bring your stick, I got two
f..cked his bitch and now he blue
I got racks and they brand new
You shoot shots, but we can too
They called cops but we ain't move
We got money so we beat the case
Flexin' them racks when I'm in their face
[Chorus]
And this is what it sound like when you thumbin' through it
Call your bitch to give me top 'cause I've been goin' through it
Why these niggas love to hate? Did I do somethin' to 'em?
If you do not get no cake, then what the hell you doin'? Yeah (I really like to use Cash)
Champagne, black bottle boy
I don't drink it, but your ho do, so I keep some on me
Pillow-talkin', that's a ho move
I do what I want and you doin' what you told to
Me and my niggas stick together like cold food
Hood rich, blowin' food stamps up at Whole Foods
My boy don't do music, but he got them pro tools
He like to shoot, but he never seen a goal, dude (I really like to use Cash)
f..ck your bitch, that's old news, I just hit the whole crew
