Dinero ft. Seando & K Roll Lyrics

If you see me and you claim that you do not fucking like me

Do something about it

Put hands on me

Push up

Kill me

Cause if I see you and Ion fucking like you

I'ma make your mama feel some type of way

I don't do no chit-chat, just click-clack and make em sit back

All that dead talk the type of shit to get you bitch slapped

I'll lift my fist, but if I lift my stick, you get your shit splacked

We the takers, takin' type of shit that you can't get back

I got 50117000 bullets in my bag

I'm gon' blast, better hope you fast when we get on yo ass

Throw your flag, or go pick up your strap and dump what's in your mag

See it through, my niggas peak it, you won't even see the flash

I get near, I'm slammin' shit from 96th to Boyson

If I ain with my shorty nem Im outside where the noise is

Hollow tips or criticals, come here, come pick your poison, slime him out

Randy Orton style, I get to hearing voices

Shit been going my way, even when I drop the ball

Do 150 on the highway every time lil' baby call

Hit it right, she took my condom off and let me hit it raw

I got superpowers, I could go for hours in them walls

I ain't never trippin' off shit, especially bout no -

Cause I got niggas in my ear I'm trying to get whacked off the list

I ain't crashing out, it's different, I get paid to take that risk

I've been out of state for years and somehow they still on my dick

Y'all niggas ain't crash outs, y'all just crash dummies

Paintin' shit, Bob Ross, I'm trying to tag something

Where I'm from, they take a bag out and take your cash from you

In my bag, my money bag, I just might sign the Cash Money

I just let that bag and that Mac talk, no Mickey D's

Still got big chops, put a big ass hole in you

No Krispy Kreme, who dissing me

Bitch, lil Seando bout that action, ING

Don't do no talking, still got niggas to take em out like Chinese

I ain't Mel Gibson, keep a lethal weapon

Niggas heavy stepping like a high knee

So many drums and sticks, no sentence in there

They come after me like I line lead

I got my foot on they neck, I ain't letting up

I'm hitting pressure points like Ty Lee

I'm OMB, it could get like that

And I ain't hiding, you know where to find me

I fill this Drac with like over 50

They rolling with me, then they blowing with me

Hustle and flow, bitch slapping niggas

Terrence Howard flowing, no ho up in me

I'm out foaming, nigga, coming right at you like a homing missile

Money tall like Fundora, I see red like Tim Tszyu

I kill everybody on every verse just to get my just finch

I'm big dog like a Rottweiler, you a Shih Tzu

Put a red dot on a nigga head like he Hindu

Boy lil Seando stop your breathing, he don't know Jiu Jitsu

Man, I couldn't name a thing these bullets wouldn't rip through

He say he know SDG, but we don't kick it with you

Got the purple in my hand like I'm Mace Windu

Sipping lean, I'm sipping purple with it

I'ma know it all about this drink, bitch, I'm Steve Urkel with it

You can ask me anything, ain't finna speak no further with it

You keep getting all up in my face, then it's a murder with it

Talkin' bout the beef, then fuck around and make a burger with it

Running from the back shots, I didn't mean to hurt her with it

The way they ride my wave, man, you would think that I'm a surfer with it

Rappers say the same thing, but they just fuckin' word it different

The way I ride this whip, I get to swervin, get to curvin' different

The way I ride this Benz, I hit the curb and fuckin' murder bitches

Like Phineas the way I tote this Ferb, man, that's my murder weapon

Creepin' through your window like a perv, I'll have this burner stretch em