Alone Pieces by Money Making Sace Lyrics
[Intro: Money Making Sace & CAM D]
Two-eight, Two-eight one, Bitch!
Ca-Caw
Ja-Ja-Ja-JIGGA
HUH
Nick Dash fuck with me
[Hook: Money Making Sace]
Aye
V-Lone on my back this a piece
Sace and Cam gon’ get it, bitch we like Jordan and Pippen, (BOW)
Swear I might die for this shit
Put that on momma and granny
This not a purse, this a fanny
Got me some dope from Miami, (Stop it Sace)
Aye
V-Lone on my back this a piece
Sace and Cam gon’ get it, bitch we like Jordan and Pippen
Swear I might die for this shit, (Okay)
Put that on momma and granny
This not a purse, this a fanny
Got me some dope from Miami
[Verse 1: CAM D]
Never fuck regular hoes, my bank roll don’t never damn fold
I show them the way to damn flow
I’m tryna’ hop out the ghost with a gold
Not selling my soul
I’m on the way to some shit you ain’t saw, my money glo’d up when I put in my all
I’m on the way to the top, can’t fall
You holding the wall
I dived in, fuck a loss
[Hook: Money Making Sace]
Aye
V-Lone on my back that’s a piece, (BITCH)
Sace and Cam gon’ get it, bitch we like Jordan and Pippen
Swear I might die for this shit, (Okay)
Put that on momma and granny
This not a purse, this a fanny
Got me some dope from Miami
Aye
V-Lone on my back that’s a piece
Sace and Cam gon’ get it, bitch we like Jordan and Pippen, (And Pippen)
Swear I might die for this shit
Put that on momma and granny, (Bow)
This not a purse, this a fanny, (Yeah)
Got me some dope from Miami
[Verse 2: Money Making Sace]
Kanayama nigga I got the weight
Fly gorilla nigga I look like Bape
Juicy J, I’m poking the paint
Grove street nigga, hard in the paint
White lion, I’m rare as the fuck
Levitate, I’m flossing it up
Pay homage, nigga it’s only right
Get yo’ bitch, and I feed her that pipe
On the catwalk, going like fifty
Green fitted bitch, I am Luigi
Pablo push, I’m not talkin’ Petey
Fuck the gas, I just want some CBD
Dedicated, I need me a metal B
Only nigga, who listen to metal B
Stonewashed, my clothing is lucrative
Left college, I feel like a fugitive
[Hook: Money Making Sace & CAM D]
Aye
V-Lone on my back that’s a piece, (We back in this bitch)
Sace and Cam gon’ get it, bitch we like Jordan and Pippen
Swear I might die for this shit
Put that on momma and granny
This not a purse, this a fanny
Got me some dope from Miami (Yuh)
Aye
V-Lone on my back that’s a piece
Sace and Cam gon’ get it, bitch we like Jordan and Pippen, (Ca-Caw)
Swear I might die for this shit
Put that on momma and granny, (Bow)
This not a purse, this a fanny
Got me some dope from Miami (Yuh)
[Verse 3: CAM D]
Bu-Bu-Bu-Buku hoes up on me
Four P-F, keep sucking on me
Can’t be fake, ima just be lonely
Young CAM D made the way, they ain’t show me
Nigga go Shaq in paint, can’t hold me
Pack sealed up, gotta’ be there by the money
Drank poured up, get a line of you want it
Niggas be clones, and niggas be phony, (Yuh)
I’m living my life like legend, I stand on my own but I’m always protected
Fuck fame, a nigga printing Benji’s
Came in the game, my record ain't ended
Yo’ shit ain’t directed, then don’t even send it
Niggas get killed over getting in they feelings
I been authentic, I couldn’t pretend
Ain’t playing no cards, lil’ nigga I’m dealing
Two-eight, Two-eight one, Bitch!
Ca-Caw
Ja-Ja-Ja-JIGGA
HUH
Nick Dash fuck with me
[Hook: Money Making Sace]
Aye
V-Lone on my back this a piece
Sace and Cam gon’ get it, bitch we like Jordan and Pippen, (BOW)
Swear I might die for this shit
Put that on momma and granny
This not a purse, this a fanny
Got me some dope from Miami, (Stop it Sace)
Aye
V-Lone on my back this a piece
Sace and Cam gon’ get it, bitch we like Jordan and Pippen
Swear I might die for this shit, (Okay)
Put that on momma and granny
This not a purse, this a fanny
Got me some dope from Miami
[Verse 1: CAM D]
Never fuck regular hoes, my bank roll don’t never damn fold
I show them the way to damn flow
I’m tryna’ hop out the ghost with a gold
Not selling my soul
I’m on the way to some shit you ain’t saw, my money glo’d up when I put in my all
I’m on the way to the top, can’t fall
You holding the wall
I dived in, fuck a loss
[Hook: Money Making Sace]
Aye
V-Lone on my back that’s a piece, (BITCH)
Sace and Cam gon’ get it, bitch we like Jordan and Pippen
Swear I might die for this shit, (Okay)
Put that on momma and granny
This not a purse, this a fanny
Got me some dope from Miami
Aye
V-Lone on my back that’s a piece
Sace and Cam gon’ get it, bitch we like Jordan and Pippen, (And Pippen)
Swear I might die for this shit
Put that on momma and granny, (Bow)
This not a purse, this a fanny, (Yeah)
Got me some dope from Miami
[Verse 2: Money Making Sace]
Kanayama nigga I got the weight
Fly gorilla nigga I look like Bape
Juicy J, I’m poking the paint
Grove street nigga, hard in the paint
White lion, I’m rare as the fuck
Levitate, I’m flossing it up
Pay homage, nigga it’s only right
Get yo’ bitch, and I feed her that pipe
On the catwalk, going like fifty
Green fitted bitch, I am Luigi
Pablo push, I’m not talkin’ Petey
Fuck the gas, I just want some CBD
Dedicated, I need me a metal B
Only nigga, who listen to metal B
Stonewashed, my clothing is lucrative
Left college, I feel like a fugitive
[Hook: Money Making Sace & CAM D]
Aye
V-Lone on my back that’s a piece, (We back in this bitch)
Sace and Cam gon’ get it, bitch we like Jordan and Pippen
Swear I might die for this shit
Put that on momma and granny
This not a purse, this a fanny
Got me some dope from Miami (Yuh)
Aye
V-Lone on my back that’s a piece
Sace and Cam gon’ get it, bitch we like Jordan and Pippen, (Ca-Caw)
Swear I might die for this shit
Put that on momma and granny, (Bow)
This not a purse, this a fanny
Got me some dope from Miami (Yuh)
[Verse 3: CAM D]
Bu-Bu-Bu-Buku hoes up on me
Four P-F, keep sucking on me
Can’t be fake, ima just be lonely
Young CAM D made the way, they ain’t show me
Nigga go Shaq in paint, can’t hold me
Pack sealed up, gotta’ be there by the money
Drank poured up, get a line of you want it
Niggas be clones, and niggas be phony, (Yuh)
I’m living my life like legend, I stand on my own but I’m always protected
Fuck fame, a nigga printing Benji’s
Came in the game, my record ain't ended
Yo’ shit ain’t directed, then don’t even send it
Niggas get killed over getting in they feelings
I been authentic, I couldn’t pretend
Ain’t playing no cards, lil’ nigga I’m dealing