Money by Wavy Navy Pooh Lyrics
[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)
(Keep it Zen)
Wavy
[Chorus]
Pan to the check, put it on your head (Ayy)
Leave you dead paint it red, your brain full of led (Grr ba)
Guess whose clapped? [?] striped, ain't no time to fight (Ayy)
'Cause a nigga like me see you, he gon' take your life (Grr ba)
Hit your top off, your dope, strip you for your ice (You know)
Keep my name up out your mouth, I ain't gon' say it twice (Boy)
Lotta niggas rats, lotta niggas mice (Boy)
Fool, let go of that blicky, but this bitch mine
[Verse 1]
I can see my brothers living, but they dead gone (Long live Hail)
If I put one in your brother, I'll be dead wrong
Young niggas out them trenches, fool we been a issue (Ayy)
Go and check my resume nigga, I been official
I could see these niggas crabs, I could speak ducks (Huh)
Keep my feet on they necks while I'm gettin' bucks (You don't know)
Pull up to your trap, ain't gotta tell you, "Give it up" (Nah)
They done killed Lil Chop, nah, we don't give a fuck (Killed Lil Chop)
I smoke a lil' of loud, probably pop a Perc' (Yeah, I know)
Hit the other side, I got broski on a shirt (On a shirt)
Hit the other side, I got broski on a dicky (On a dicky)
Nigga keep your hundred rounds, just give me the fifty (Grr, pop, pop)
Even though them hammers dirty, gotta clean them blickies (Ayy)
I know them young boys thuggin', gotta keep 'em with me (Ayy)
Yeah, we gon' thug it count until them crackers come and get it (You know)
Wavy seals, doing drills, bitch we run the city (Young [?] me)
[Chorus]
Pan to the check, put it on your head (Ayy)
Leave you dead paint it red, your brain full of led (Grr ba)
Guess whose clapped? [?] striped, ain't no time to fight (Ayy)
'Cause a nigga like me see you, he gon' take your life (Grr ba)
Hit your top off, your dope, strip you for your ice (You know)
Keep my name up out your mouth, I ain't gon' say it twice (Boy)
Lotta niggas rats, lotta niggas mice (Boy)
Fool, let go of that blicky, but this bitch mine
[Verse 2]
You know I'm a savage, up that pistol, I'ma let you have it
You know how we rockin', catch you slippin', we gon' get it poppin' (Ayy, ayy)
We ain't scared of nothin', all my niggas go, and they some goners (Ayy, ayy)
We start all 'em problems, and I'm posted up with all these robbers
Swear these niggas pussy, line 'em up, and slap them like the bookie
I got all the hundreds, setting up the place, while you running
I got all the blues, I just hit a lick and made the news (Happy birthday)
Knock you out your shoes, how your whole family singing blues? (Ayy)
See you in that drama, how your boys bring it to your mama? (Pop, pop, pop, pop, ahh)
It will be my honor, walk up on her ass with this Llama
Love to get to quacking, and I hold it tight, it ain't no shaking
And you know I'm Haitian and I keep a fight like I'm Jamaican (You understand me?)
[Interlude]
Wavy Navy splash brother, nigga stackin' cheddar
Straight to the bag, nigga gotta grind for better
All my niggas got a bag like we hit the lotto
Get money and stop hating, you know that's the motto
[Chorus]
Pan to the check, put it on your head (Ayy)
Leave you dead paint it red, your brain full of led (Grr ba)
Guess whose clapped? [?] striped, ain't no time to fight (Ayy)
'Cause a nigga like me see you, he gon' take your life (Grr ba)
Hit your top off, your dope, strip you for your ice (You know)
Keep my name up out your mouth, I ain't gon' say it twice (Boy)
Lotta niggas rats, lotta niggas mice (Boy)
Fool, let go of that blicky, but this bitch mine
(CashMoneyAP)
(Keep it Zen)
Wavy
[Chorus]
Pan to the check, put it on your head (Ayy)
Leave you dead paint it red, your brain full of led (Grr ba)
Guess whose clapped? [?] striped, ain't no time to fight (Ayy)
'Cause a nigga like me see you, he gon' take your life (Grr ba)
Hit your top off, your dope, strip you for your ice (You know)
Keep my name up out your mouth, I ain't gon' say it twice (Boy)
Lotta niggas rats, lotta niggas mice (Boy)
Fool, let go of that blicky, but this bitch mine
[Verse 1]
I can see my brothers living, but they dead gone (Long live Hail)
If I put one in your brother, I'll be dead wrong
Young niggas out them trenches, fool we been a issue (Ayy)
Go and check my resume nigga, I been official
I could see these niggas crabs, I could speak ducks (Huh)
Keep my feet on they necks while I'm gettin' bucks (You don't know)
Pull up to your trap, ain't gotta tell you, "Give it up" (Nah)
They done killed Lil Chop, nah, we don't give a fuck (Killed Lil Chop)
I smoke a lil' of loud, probably pop a Perc' (Yeah, I know)
Hit the other side, I got broski on a shirt (On a shirt)
Hit the other side, I got broski on a dicky (On a dicky)
Nigga keep your hundred rounds, just give me the fifty (Grr, pop, pop)
Even though them hammers dirty, gotta clean them blickies (Ayy)
I know them young boys thuggin', gotta keep 'em with me (Ayy)
Yeah, we gon' thug it count until them crackers come and get it (You know)
Wavy seals, doing drills, bitch we run the city (Young [?] me)
[Chorus]
Pan to the check, put it on your head (Ayy)
Leave you dead paint it red, your brain full of led (Grr ba)
Guess whose clapped? [?] striped, ain't no time to fight (Ayy)
'Cause a nigga like me see you, he gon' take your life (Grr ba)
Hit your top off, your dope, strip you for your ice (You know)
Keep my name up out your mouth, I ain't gon' say it twice (Boy)
Lotta niggas rats, lotta niggas mice (Boy)
Fool, let go of that blicky, but this bitch mine
[Verse 2]
You know I'm a savage, up that pistol, I'ma let you have it
You know how we rockin', catch you slippin', we gon' get it poppin' (Ayy, ayy)
We ain't scared of nothin', all my niggas go, and they some goners (Ayy, ayy)
We start all 'em problems, and I'm posted up with all these robbers
Swear these niggas pussy, line 'em up, and slap them like the bookie
I got all the hundreds, setting up the place, while you running
I got all the blues, I just hit a lick and made the news (Happy birthday)
Knock you out your shoes, how your whole family singing blues? (Ayy)
See you in that drama, how your boys bring it to your mama? (Pop, pop, pop, pop, ahh)
It will be my honor, walk up on her ass with this Llama
Love to get to quacking, and I hold it tight, it ain't no shaking
And you know I'm Haitian and I keep a fight like I'm Jamaican (You understand me?)
[Interlude]
Wavy Navy splash brother, nigga stackin' cheddar
Straight to the bag, nigga gotta grind for better
All my niggas got a bag like we hit the lotto
Get money and stop hating, you know that's the motto
[Chorus]
Pan to the check, put it on your head (Ayy)
Leave you dead paint it red, your brain full of led (Grr ba)
Guess whose clapped? [?] striped, ain't no time to fight (Ayy)
'Cause a nigga like me see you, he gon' take your life (Grr ba)
Hit your top off, your dope, strip you for your ice (You know)
Keep my name up out your mouth, I ain't gon' say it twice (Boy)
Lotta niggas rats, lotta niggas mice (Boy)
Fool, let go of that blicky, but this bitch mine