Underground Hov ft. Money Montage Lyrics

Just let me know

Friend or you foe?

n this era no difference

from heaven or hell I suppose

Got product to pitch

Like rock on the stove

Like a New York Nip

Underground Hov

She call me toxic

They call me concious

Suck me unconscious

Hug me and public fuck me in private

Just being honest

You something to vibe with

I need a Beyoncé

Kick it with some Solange's

We was youngins on the internet in it to share what our visions is

Now we talk shares & build business

For brother & sisters to benefit

Assisting my richest constituents

I feel like Nip with this Olympics shit

It's like the Marathon continuing

It got me feelin like I'm him again

Runnin shit in my chucks or my Timberlands

Beef and broccolis couldn't cop a pair

Now we test how LA & NY compare

Raised by mama, no pops was there

Learned to hustle to cop what I rock or wear

True shit, the kids in the school are just ruthless

Bullied and hated on me for hand me downs. Still clown on my new shit

Gettin too lit

Luminati want my soul & body

But the Lord solid know Jahova got me

Friends folded like some origami

Peers jealous of my aura probably

True shit, I got me some negative muses

Some people I love with opinions bout everyone's business but never a do shit

We can get to more money eat together

Or go to war, it can be whatever

You know I'm with it anyway it go

Whether known or secret treasure

When I'm gone Imma live forever

If you love me let a nigga know

Just let me know

Friend or you foe?

In this era no difference from heaven or hell I suppose

Got product to pitch,

Like rock on the stove

Like a New York Nip

Underground Hov

She call me toxic

They call me concious

Suck me unconscious

Hug me and public fuck me in private

Just being honest

You something to vibe with

I need a Beyoncé

Kick it with some Solange's

Movin on to the next. (Check me out)

Wish you all the success (Check me out)

I know that you stressed (Check me out)

Alone and depressed (Check me out)

Abandoned issues, from women & homies that know you the best

All the hate that you hold in is starting to show and project

Shit could get ugly, just get to ya money

Took a look at that….it wasn't for me

You think you hubby.

Buts it's the allure of hittin the bank to withdraw

Knowin you wouldn't be bending it over if you wasn't breaking her off

Akademiks I'm the prize, bitch

Why would I sweat or lose sleep off a freak? they come frequent in all shapes in sizes

The reason you main is my side bitch

I'm on Slauson and La Brea, me & Dyme Taylor showin off a diamonds

Son a star & he the people favorite you can blame the nation how I'm rockin