Different Pages ft. Money Mogly & Crunchy The Cremator Lyrics

Bust down the gas, hold up

Gotta play with some cash, roll up

Two niggas finna blast, pole up

Wrap it up no rash, hold up

I was busting that ass, mo' guts

Drop Fo in a tab, mo' cups

Big glock in a bag, roll up

Fifteen in a clip, hold up

Aye, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up ooh

Walk to the store in some new Jimmy Choo's

Never lie in the booth, fuck with me I'm the truth

Only fronts I do's a buck fifty a tooth

Smile looking like a mine outta Anchorage

Naknek had me walking out the bank rich

Run up on me, no need for conversation

Hands do the talking like I know sign language

Stack paper like (beep) guess we on different pages

So unless you a teller don't say shit

Go dumb then relish in the greatness

You gon' need an umbrella when my reign hit

Timeless, at the top of the rhymer list

Gold on my neck like a finalist, maneuver like the Heimlich

At the morgue getting cremated, I'm lit

Crunchy this fire damn son where'd you find this?

I'mma fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up ooh

Throwing up WXLVEZ at the moon

Walk into the room, shine on you more than high noon

Stay tuned, the stars will align soon

Bust down the gas, hold up

Gotta play with some cash, roll up

Two niggas finna blast, pole up

Wrap it up no rash, hold up

I was busting that ass, mo' guts

Drop Fo in a tab, mo' cups

Big glock in a bag, roll up

Fifteen in a clip, hold up

Aye, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up ooh

Walk to the store in some new Jimmy Choo's

Money Mo countin' a hunned in twos

Cup of conch hot sauce on my shoes

Drippin' like a fresh pack of wet wipes...

How he crippled and he still gotta left right

Ughhh...offf glass no meth pipe

Ughhh...baby check if dat check right....ughhh

Buncha wxlvez in a F type

Got em lookin fix ya face git ya neck right..ughhhh

You can tell dat i love life aaaoooooooo

Trigga finger gotta but bite booom

An my hustle sooo upright seeeeee

One time my woe plug life yeeeeeee

Wvtch Wxlvez dat my blood type geeeeee

She aint neher met a thug like meeeeeee

Snappin like its open mic poetry night

Smilin at ya bitch dey had to lower the lights

Sniper gang way she holdin dat pipe

Now she all mixed up like a bo of dat white

Bout to fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up woooooo

If u seee me upp it ... better buckle a shoe

Bout to cut up cut up cut up and goook

Big watch wxlvez one hunned five two

Bust down the gas, hold up

Gotta play with some cash, roll up

Two niggas finna blast, pole up

Wrap it up no rash, hold up

I was busting that ass, mo' guts

Drop Fo in a tab, mo' cups

Big glock in a bag, roll up

Fifteen in a clip, hold up

Aye, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up ooh

Walk to the store in some new Jimmy Choo's

Let me turn this down right quick, let me turn this down

Aight woe, go ahead

Aye uh, yo Crunchy the Cremator man, appreciate you for, you know what I'm sayin, letting me jump on this track man, ya kna'mean

We was up there in Naknek, ya kna'mean

Cutting fish open, talking about hip-hop

And what we gon' do with all this money we gon' make

I hope you well G, yeah

Shout out Brad, shout out uh, Malik

Everybody, man, everyone I met out there

All thanks to my cousin Chelsea

You know what I'm sayin'

I needed an adventure and she gave me a call

Look at how God work, look how God work! Yeah