Lyrics Troy Ave – Do Me No Favors
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Verse 1 — Troy Ave:
You ain’t never counted paper ’til your thumbs hurt
You ain’t never had to make do wit’ bum work
Shit ain’t comin’ back, you get delirious
My ‘migo got locks in the city mud
Back against the wall and I need a plug
Flew the fam to the yams, verse the Heat
I had twenty thousand grams just last week
Shit stopped comin’, bills keep comin’ ’round
Holdin’ on my last bird, ’bout to break it down
Charged you higher out of town, then I went in Brooklyn
Phone blowin’ up, the homies ask how it’s lookin’
You think if I had the work
I wouldn’t call you to sell it, you fuckin’ jerk?
You start gettin’ mad, talkin’ out of frustration
In the game, six figures can easily turn to nothin’
Damn, I’m hot, dog
The fork on the Masi grill pickin’ up guap, dog
Bought a white house off blocks dog
In the presidential, watch me go to the top, dog
Hook — Troy Ave:
Man, I got that glow
I done came on up from the motherfuckin’ floor
Couple niggas be hatin’, I Just be like, ‘So?’
I never get mad, I just get that dough
If the shit get bad, then I let that go
Verse 2 — Jadakiss:
You do it cause you have to, I do it cause I could
And this is all factual, I do it for the hood
Cause these drugs are for sale, they are not for show
Keep a eye on the monitors and lock the doors
No comprende unless it’s ’bout lots of dough
They love it, they still want it, the block is still haunted
Turbo in the garage, the cover is still on it
One hundred bundles by 9AM, it’s a ill mornin’
A nigga lookin’ good, the bitches is still on him
Money, power, mega respect
Al-Qaeda is how I got the montega connect
If that paper ain’t right, they put the K to your neck
Give your family a visit, they send your baby a threat
A lil’ deeper than the repurcussions on the block
But that all bein’ said, is you hustler or not?
Hook — Troy Ave:
Man, I got that glow
I done came on up from the motherfuckin’ floor
Couple niggas be hatin’, I Just be like, ‘So?’
I never get mad, I just get that dough
If the shit get bad, then I let that go
Verse 3 — Fabolous:
I don’t get mad, I get dough, I get bags and get low
Everybody wit’ me good, my bitch bad as shit though
You get gas, you Citgo, we whip ass, we Klitschko
It gets bad and shit slow, we really with the shits, bro
Twist your cap for it, Kinda sick with the thirst too
When I’m hungry, I ain’t myself, Snickers commercial
I got to eat before a nigga catch a attitude,
And start looking at the game like its platter food
Fuck sandwiches, I want the chips and dip
Whips are quick, Contours, seats grips the hip
That’s 63 Talk, at least a hundred grand to understand
They put me on a flyer for twenty, I’m a wanted man
Son of Sam, I was born in ’77
The bitch a late-night Slurpee, She 7/11
Yeah, the family, so you gotta love it
I’m a boss, so I got it covered
Hook — Troy Ave:
Man, I got that glow
I done came on up from the motherfuckin’ floor
Couple niggas be hatin’, I Just be like, ‘So?’
I never get mad, I just get that dough
If the shit get bad, then I let that go
