Money Piles by Kingdan Lyrics
[Intro: King Dan]
Yea
Yea
Whaddup Lil Voncy
Alright If this is what we on
Then I'm down for the ride
Lotta bad women
Money piles to the sky's
To a poor nigga
Money piles is a god
Money make a nigga
Go commit a homicide
[Verse 1: King Dan]
Riders they on go
But they ain't go cart racing
My heart
It be pacing
I need a vacation
Why they all hating
My heart feeling vacant
Yea
I said my heart feeling vacant
No love
For the
Other side
I ride
For my side
I die
For my side
Yea
Why they ain't call when i was
Broke, broke, broke ,broke
But asking for something
I'm still tryna get my cake up
In the kitchen
Bake up
A hot 16
Lemon squeeze
Red beam
Hot chili jean
Billie jean
Squeeze the trigger
Kill yo dreams
But I'm on some higher power shit
Steal yo soul
And steal yo bitch
She leave you broke
And make me rich
I throw a fit up in that pussy
I told you imma kill em
I ain't sparring now nigga
Say go get em
And i got em
God hoping you protecting
Cuz the road is getting hectic
And my soul is feeling restless
Cuz my goal is getting paper
17 floor
Gotta take a elevator
Put on for my city
Till my city see me on
Im a fucking pit bull
To these chihuahua ass niggas
Ineffective to the culture
Ass niggas
Gone
[Chorus: King Dan ]
Alright If this is what we on
Then I'm down for the ride
Lotta bad women
Money piles to the sky
To a poor nigga
Money piles is a god
Money make a nigga
Go commit a homicide
[Verse 2: XanMan]
Money Piles
I wanna throw in the fucking towel
Them hard nights and cold nights
Couldn't see my mother smile
If you was on the phone nigga
You couldn't press a pound
Left a nigga with a black eye
Now he can't even look around
We the hottest in the city nigga
I got the same watch like Diddy nigga
I was locked up
I couldn't even get no family pictures
Nigga shooting kids
And getting people why they granny with em
Im speaking that real shit
Stressed out pay the bill shit
0 to 100 real quick
Thats how we all live
Nigga wanna eat off my plate
But it don't involve ribs
Hard times, Hard work nigga
Thats what we all did
Stressed out
From pay check to pay check
Take care of all kids
Street nigga
Stay down with my brothers
Just like
Lavar did
That nigga say he wanna get some rest
Then you on the wrong bed
Life support nigga
Reality check
But we all dead
Yea
Yea
Whaddup Lil Voncy
Alright If this is what we on
Then I'm down for the ride
Lotta bad women
Money piles to the sky's
To a poor nigga
Money piles is a god
Money make a nigga
Go commit a homicide
[Verse 1: King Dan]
Riders they on go
But they ain't go cart racing
My heart
It be pacing
I need a vacation
Why they all hating
My heart feeling vacant
Yea
I said my heart feeling vacant
No love
For the
Other side
I ride
For my side
I die
For my side
Yea
Why they ain't call when i was
Broke, broke, broke ,broke
But asking for something
I'm still tryna get my cake up
In the kitchen
Bake up
A hot 16
Lemon squeeze
Red beam
Hot chili jean
Billie jean
Squeeze the trigger
Kill yo dreams
But I'm on some higher power shit
Steal yo soul
And steal yo bitch
She leave you broke
And make me rich
I throw a fit up in that pussy
I told you imma kill em
I ain't sparring now nigga
Say go get em
And i got em
God hoping you protecting
Cuz the road is getting hectic
And my soul is feeling restless
Cuz my goal is getting paper
17 floor
Gotta take a elevator
Put on for my city
Till my city see me on
Im a fucking pit bull
To these chihuahua ass niggas
Ineffective to the culture
Ass niggas
Gone
[Chorus: King Dan ]
Alright If this is what we on
Then I'm down for the ride
Lotta bad women
Money piles to the sky
To a poor nigga
Money piles is a god
Money make a nigga
Go commit a homicide
[Verse 2: XanMan]
Money Piles
I wanna throw in the fucking towel
Them hard nights and cold nights
Couldn't see my mother smile
If you was on the phone nigga
You couldn't press a pound
Left a nigga with a black eye
Now he can't even look around
We the hottest in the city nigga
I got the same watch like Diddy nigga
I was locked up
I couldn't even get no family pictures
Nigga shooting kids
And getting people why they granny with em
Im speaking that real shit
Stressed out pay the bill shit
0 to 100 real quick
Thats how we all live
Nigga wanna eat off my plate
But it don't involve ribs
Hard times, Hard work nigga
Thats what we all did
Stressed out
From pay check to pay check
Take care of all kids
Street nigga
Stay down with my brothers
Just like
Lavar did
That nigga say he wanna get some rest
Then you on the wrong bed
Life support nigga
Reality check
But we all dead