Lyrics Cousin Stizz – No Skrat
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I wouldn’t even always say for the love of the money
Cause I don’t give a fuck how you get the money
You just gotta get the money
I don’t care if you gotta take from Peter and give it to Paul
As long as you ain’t taking from ya niggas or ya family
Everybody else is food, you know what I’m saying
Its free gain now, everything is about getting that money
That’s what I respect the most
Remember when my pockets wasn’t nothing but some change
Count, few years later now the youngin out here running things
Started from the bottom
Now we here pour drank
Cop some new chains cause we made it through them days
Remember when my pockets wasn’t nothing but some change
Count, few years later now the youngin out here running things
Started from the bottom
Now we here pour drank
Cop some new chains cause we made it through them days
Aye, we made it through them days, yeah
We made it through the maze, aye
Ya girl been knew the name
She give a lot of head
Finger waves on point
Still turnt the joint, still fuck the feds
I ain’t playing with em
Always hungry, dinner on my head
Money count it when I hit the bank
Nigga I ain’t lying to you
Cop my mom designer everything
Forced it
Throw the drugs in the big bags
How I make em mad
I’m just getting what I never had
Yeah I fucked a pretty bitch
Everyday I clap her ass
She know exactly what I’m bout
I just get back to the cash
You don’t need no MPH to see I’m living fast
I don’t need a garbage man to see these niggas trash
Bro he on parole and he still with me blowing gas
Spilling liquor, lean, money on me even ash
Remember when my pockets wasn’t nothing but some change
Count, few years later now the youngin out here running things
Started from the bottom
Now we here pour drank
Cop some new chains cause we made it through them days
Remember when my pockets wasn’t nothing but some change
Count, few years later now the youngin out here running things
Started from the bottom
Now we here pour drank
Cop some new chains cause we made it through them days
Aye, encore
I’m like Jay-Z on tour
Want war?
You ain’t lame like that boy, for sure
Yeah my past was a crash course
I am not cheap, you just have to ask for it
In the dashboard my bro got a stash for it
And I’m like
?, he could vouch for it
Run this shit
All I know is
?
shit
Niggas talk a bunch of shit
Must not know my cousin shit
Gunning shit
Always working never lazy
Cop a loft when I go out of state
You know I’m brazy
Paddywagon memories
That shit forever faze me
But they can never fade me
?
I ain’t want to front on you gone die you try to play me
Money don’t stop
Gotta hustle so I ain’t sleep
Tricking on these hoes
Might be you but it ain’t me
And I just shine bright, niggas can’t see
Remember when my pockets wasn’t nothing but some change
Count, few years later now the youngin out here running things
Started from the bottom
Now we here pour drank
Cop some new chains cause we made it through them days
Remember when my pockets wasn’t nothing but some change
Count, few years later now the youngin out here running things
Started from the bottom
Now we here pour drank
Cop some new chains cause we made it through them days
Album
Cousin Stizz – Cousin Stizz - MONDA
