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Текст песни Quanie Cash f Young Buck, Gutter Boy - Money Don`t Fall Out Tha Sky

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[Young Buck talking]Young Buck, Quanie Cash and Gutter Boy niggaWe come to tell all you broke niggaz to get yo stash on get cash on nigga!Ain`t no telling when this motherfucka `bout to blowAnd these motherfuckers running around here with nothing in their pocketNot me nigga... this shit don`t grow on trees nigga![Verse One - Young Buck]Now if I sitted on my ass I wouldn`t be sitting on this cashCome outside the club legs is cocked up on the grassSmoking pounds of this skunk while you rolling dime bagsI just laugh cuz some of these niggaz out here love doing badAsk any motherfucker bout T.I.P.Totally Independent Pimping in uh GS3Keep on jacking off that money you`ll never see uh keyI know niggaz 53 still out here selling dPriest told me from the jump never go and get that cheeseD-Tay went and got the pump now where creeping while you sleepGangbang slang cane whatever just maintainListen man there`s a million niggaz doing the same thangPlain Jane sipping syrup while the BG playingI`m all in your lane in this 99 SudanSo when a nigga put them daytons on that`s when the hatings on"Bitch get some money!" what `cha you niggaz waiting on?[Hook - Young Buck (Gutter Boy)]This shit they call money don`t fall out the skyYou got to be a Go-Getter-Nigga (ride or die!)Ready to take chances fuck death for jailCuz real thugs shed blood and they hard to killListen this shit they call money ain`t going to fall out the skyYou got to be a Go-Getter-Nigga (ride or die!)Ready to take chances fuck death for jailCuz real thugs shed blood and they hard to kill[Quanie Cash]If I sit around waiting of these world of paymentI`ma get it how I live it or die trying to make itA chance I`ll take it if its worth it cuz I`m all about moneyMy name speaks for itself I`ma let them others keep frontingI keep my keys coming cuz I`ma motherfucking thugAnd I keep my heat busting ain`t no love from my slugsUse to sever underground now as real as on topBut if a nigga broke I ain`t scared to get back on there on the blockRunning from cops and jumping out of automobilesCuz I`m dirty I ain`t trying to go back to jail and that`s realNiggaz get they hands out like money be falling out the skyIf it is I wonder where it be at when I`m outsideI put in work for this shit; I did dirt for this shitI hurt for this shit, what `cha mean I don`t deserve this?I`m fulgent my shit nigga cuz mines is splurgeI`m a bottom boy Go-Getta-Nigga fuck what `cha heard[Hook - Young Buck (Gutter Boy)]Nigga this shit they call money ain`t going to fall out the skyYou got to be a Go-Getta-Nigga (ride or die!)Ready to take chances fuck death for jailCuz real thugs shed blood and they hard to killLook this shit they call money ain`t going to fall out the skyYou got to be a Go-Getta-Nigga (ride or die!)Ready to take chances fuck death for jailCuz real thugs shed blood and they hard to kill[Gutter Boy]I can Shogun in a bottom or I can Shogun in HarlemI Shoguns at a problems squeeze triggers and solve themThe hoe they love us to death and the copper can`t stand usCuz I sell more chickens then motherfucking Colonel SandersF.B.I trying to kill us with the ray guns and camerasThe only block all they saw was thugs with braids and bandanasIf selling dope was boxing I`ll be the greatest of all timeSee the niggaz in my click and bitch we all shineWe all tote 9`s I was born to be the kingThis nigga was moving birds so I had to clip his wingsNow I`m driving top drops sporting flints and rings and thingsAt the club they say my name hoes where sure the skirts cameAin`t no shame in my game I was born to ballYo trying to play me glock pop guns born to ballBorn to brawl when ya niggaz was born to stallWhat you make in a week is what I spend at the mall[Hook - Young Buck (Gutter Boy)]Nigga this shit they call money ain`t going to fall out the skyYou got to be a Go-Getta-Nigga (ride or die!)Ready to take chances fuck death for jailCuz real thugs shed blood and they hard to killBoy this shit they call money sure don`t fall out the skyYou got to be a Go-Getta-Nigga (ride or die!)Ready to take chances fuck death for jailCuz real thugs shed blood and they hard to kill

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