Hit Da Crib Lyrics

Shawty hit me line she trynna hit The crib

Had to tell her no she said it is What it is

That's my type of bitch she down With the biz

Understand a real one gotta go get His bread

Understand that i'm a real one

Step out fresh im getting loot

You work but you don't build none

Dirty money mean this game gone Chew

Riding inna range dis gang gone Shoot

And i stay fresh im mad if i was You

Always on my pivot ten toes down Clock go down i turn round and Shoot

Working for a change all it takes Money

Blowing on cloud even when it's Sunny

Feel like Hef gotta keep a few Bunnies

Need me a mansion and a few big Hundreds

If i hold it down you gonna end up Drowning

Offer me a deal i still ain't signing

Fuck an island ima run the whole Planet

Shawty wanna ride but she still Can't stand it

Shawty hit me line she trynna hit The crib

Had to tell her no she said it is What it is

That's my type of bitch she down With the biz

Understand a real one gotta go get His bread

Lately i been feeling hella rich

I can't have no feelings about a Bitch

That don't make no money

Good brain my bitch act dummy

Grade A is what we serve n we Burning

I been smoking way too loud you Can't tell me nothing

Ima get my paper anyway i have to

Told a bitch im the one so she had Two

Remember days i was behind now i Passed you

I got x-ray vision i can see right Through you

Shawty hit me line she trynna hit The crib

Had to tell her no she said it is What it is

That's my type of bitch she down With the biz

Understand a real one gotta go get His bread