Lyrics
One, two (Two, two, two, two, two)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
One, two
(For the money, for the show, for your hooker, but we all say ho)
What you waiting for?
One, two, yo, yo, yo, yo (Yeah, uh, one, two, two, two)
Yeah, uh, uh
One for the money
Two for the show
Three for your hooker, but we all say ho
(Take us low, look, yo)
It's like Primo and guru (Guru, uh)
Gang o' stars, dipping features like it's Hulu (Yeah)
Before this rhyming, I was noodles (Uh-huh)
And two shots, shot caught your goo-goo
If y'all don't get the reference, y'all can Google (Go 'head)
Y'all stepped in some doo-doo (Yeah)
An apparent mistake, that's why your parents call you "Boo-boo"
Gimme time to combine with my dawgs, Labradoodles (Uh)
Bun B to Cal, smoke that vocal
W on my crown, that's that BUFU
Only got half a screw lose (Shh!)
You get half of that stock, that's some food-food
Keep a bird on the clock, that was cuckoo
Not the rapper you're used to (Yeah)
What these rappers be lacking is the screw lose (Uh-huh)
What you see is the master through the pupils (Yes)
And I'm back with the voodoo (Uh)
You a bottle of Yoo-hoo
Set backwards, now who you?
Your resistance is futile
When the kid in the kitchen, you get the kit and caboodle
I don't talk it, I live it, if I don't get it, then you do
That goes for Bonno and you too
I'm like a sawed off shotgun
'Cause less is more, hit your front door with a hot one
Player if you wanna get some, then I got some
Trust me, you ain't even a body here without some
Stepped to me then yo, you know the outcome
I'm never outdone, boy, you going home with your mouth numb
And a swoll' lip, 'cause I'ma give you them hands
And I'ma give you the whole clip, so don't trip
And don't slip because you never stop sliding bro
You already know what we riding for, stop hiding ho
Come out of the cave, you crawl back into
You been through and this game over for you and them too
To let you make it is sinful, blasphemy
So when I'm done with you, you won't remember nothing after me
I take it further than it has to be
Taking Bun, Method, and Grafh, Statik Selektah bring the break in
Uh, I ain't playing with these ****, I'm in it to win it
Time is money, fuck living minute to minute
I get it to get it
I made a fortune
They can't take the apron off him (Nah)
The Feds tape recording
Weighing weight by the carton (Uh)
Raised by the Spartans
Made by distortion
Disobeyed my abortion
Then I take my chain up out the frosting
Rocking custom made garments
And they made 'em outta dolphins (Shh!)
My Hermès is foreign suede
And my Jordans were made from mermaid and shark skin, ya heard
I'm paid by the coffin, dead prezzies
Shawty, come hit the bong for the fresh veggies (Aah)
We can go wherever you want, except steady
I flex heavy, you a fresh wedgie
Shut up
Hmm, and that's that baby (Huh)
I need good weed and snacks baby
Trill
Let me sit you down and tell you what's the real
I'm from the South, I can't help it, that's how I feel, trill
Big deal, Trill
Real trill
Written by: Patrick O. Baril, Phillip Bernard, Bernard James Freeman, Clifford Smith