Текст Q Money – Knee Deep

Wear a belt
Yeah, you already know what the fuck going on
(Think it’s a game?)
Yeah, let’s get money this shit funny

Ay, I got big racks in my pocket, I need a belt
And I did it all on my own, ain’t need yo help (yeah, yeah)
And it smell like money man, even when I belch (yeah, yeah)
And I heard my strikes, I could’ve been a ref (yeah, yeah)
The way cook don’t ?
in a chef (yeah, yeah)
And I’m ballin’ real hard bitch, I might get attacked (yeah, yeah)
And I got it right now, I don’t give a fuck about who next (yeah, yeah)
Ay, ha ha

I don’t give a doodie like BB
It’s a street sweep
In a wagon, it’s a big jeep
This ain’t no G
Fuck her in the cell like meet me
‘Cause she a neat freak
In the streets
I was knee-deep
I was knee-deep
I got VeeBees on my white tee
You can go skii
And I know these nigga’s don’t like me
Bro wanna post me
And I pop that shit like mhm, she like mhm
Yeah, she on my dick like mhm, she like mhm

I keep a strap on my leg cause I know that these niggas ain’t right (yeah, yeah)
Might as well take you a flight cause you niggas ain’t gon’ take my life (yeah, yeah)
I remember lighting them counters, remember they turn off the lights (yeah, yeah)
I remember wrecking them licks, I went driving, I was driving a bike (yeah, yeah)
I pay a hundred a gram these niggas weren’t doin’ me right (yeah, yeah)
I got this shit out the mud, I go at this shit with my life (yeah, yeah)

I got big racks in my pocket, I need a belt
And I did it all on my own, ain’t need yo help (yeah, yeah)
And it smell like money man, even when I belch (yeah, yeah)
And I heard my strikes, I could’ve been a ref (yeah, yeah)
The way cook don’t ?
in a chef (yeah, yeah)
And I’m ballin’ real hard bitch, I might get attacked (yeah, yeah)
And I got it right now, I don’t give a fuck about who next (yeah, yeah)