Show Money!? - HDBeenDope

Ayo let me get the barbecue sauce

(Labb, Labb, Labb)

And the ketchup

Yeah, that’s right

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Feel the vibe

Can you feel the vibe

Can you feel it, feel it

Do or die

Bitch it’s do or die

When it’s time to ride

Know them guys

Say you know them guys

Ain’t no friend of mine

On the grind

Say you on the grind…

I been out here getting cake now

Yeah

Switching digits in my lane now

Yeah

We been, we been, we been

First off let me serve y’all

Said I couldn’t do it

Then I skirt off

Now I’m eating dinner out in Czech Republic

That’s a long way from the bursar

Came a long way from the backpack

Long way from them bad raps

No money for the home shows

Came a long way for a whole stack

Look

New Telly no ring to it

I just lay my head bring a fling to it

Say the goodbyes when it’s all done

Gotta love when it’s no strings to it

Hundred something on the dashboard

To the next show 'cause the path short

Or we hit the plane

No ink on me but it’s tats all over my passport

Walk the city

Get my culture up

Castle roaming that’s boss enough

Late night gotta do the show

If you going after you can chalk it up

I need need need my rest

Tour life got me a mess

Last night got nothing left

Give a hundred something

Never giving less

Hit the stage

We really getting paid

They really give us change

Got damn I’m still amazed

Ride bus to different states

And now we’re boarding planes

Ain’t really in the game but now they know the name

Feel the vibe

Can you feel the vibe

Can you feel it, feel it

Do or die

Bitch it’s do or die

When it’s time to ride

Know them guys

Say you know them guys

Ain’t no friend of mine

On the grind

Say you on the grind…

I been out here getting cake now

Yeah

Switching digits in my lane now

Yeah

We been, we been, we been

Off road

I’m back home

Check bank roll

I’m still broke

Gotta lil something in the western union

Go collect it all

Nope, still broke

They ain’t tell you bout the splits

They ain’t tell you bout the splits

On the gram flexing moving state to state but they ain’t pay you for the trip

Stop fronting

More money then I ever had

So these niggas can’t tell me nothing

Got it all

We ain’t going half

So these niggas can’t tell I’m bluffing

That’s a couple times

And another time

And another time

That I went to do it

Oh, I forgot about another time

Money adding up and I’m looking stupid

Just got paid

I’ll never lose cake

40 on the plate

Tell em keep the change

Not much in my estate

But the gram look great

How long they’ll know the name

8 sideways

I whip the whip through the city like it ain’t running on doe

Think she’ll get bread if she with me

And I might front for the throat

Now that’s a shame

What a pity that we want dollars for show

My pockets chubby or itchy

No matter what you won’t know

Let’s go

Feel the vibe

Can you feel the vibe

Can you feel it, feel it

Do or die

Bitch it’s do or die

When it’s time to ride

Know them guys

Say you know them guys

Ain’t no friend of mine

On the grind

Say you on the grind…

I been out here getting cake now

Yeah

Switching digits in my lane now

Yeah

We been, we been, we been

I ain’t really got the money

Woah

Can I hold a couple hundreds

Woah

I want that old money

Fuck a flow money

Shit on show money

Funding my ideas

So I won’t ever owe money

Keep it low money

Dressed in plain clothes

Like I got no money

Keep the Cosby women shut for thirty years money