Lose Change ft. Foe2oh Huss Lyrics

You know we headed to the top, we collect money on your head

You know we all gotta eat, so I keep my team fed

Making plays every day, yeah we out in L.A

And if I knock me a bitch, then I just might stay, extend a vacay

So we can parlay, parlay, parlay all day Parlay, parlay all day

Parlay, parlay all day

They say murder was the case, so I moved out the state

Yeah, I learned how to swim coming out the golden gate

Niggas cook different out here, in the bay

We on point with the weight, catch me sliding on skates, figure 8s

Niggas still thizzing off a pill, so it's fuck how you feel

I was introduced to Trill, growing up on the hill

He taught me how to mack these hoes without a deal

Now I'm all out of state, showing off a nigga's skills

It's the motherfucking huss I came to kill

I be on my independent shit, running up a bag

Got you niggas mad, cause I got it off the bitch

See the lifestyle I live, make a normal nigga wish

Catch me all on live, posting with the baddest bitch

I'ma have a little taste, if you can add it up quick

If the dollars make sense, should be loving a nigga quick

You know we headed to the top, we call it money on your head

You know we all gotta eat, so I keep my team fed

Making plays every day, yeah we out in L.A

And if I knock me a bitch, then I just might stay, extend a vacay

So we can parlay, parlay, parlay all day

Parlay, parlay all day

Parlay, parlay

Niggas always tripping and capping over the bitch

So if it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense

Now look at this, and pay the fee

I'm one of the ones you gotta pull up just to see

Taking your bitch out just to see the palm trees

All I know is cheese, we that bully breed

I'm in through cheese, fucking on hoes

Leaving you niggas outside exposed

He did it for the fame, switched on his main

For a brick he tried to flip, now that bitch karma

Put him on our hit list, now ain't that a bitch

Call it what you want, a snitch is a snitch

The reason I got her two-seated, for me and my bitch

I'm Bay Area certified, stop acting so plastic

I go hard with no pause, be legit or in my circle

Your bitch is my bitch, like a cent on a dollar

Gonna really make her holler, J-Dubb in the huss

And be killing this beat, yeah

You're listening to the sounds of J-Dubb

And, and, the N-Y-A-S