Shiggy Dance - WARHOL.SS

(Keep the money long

Keep the grass cut)

Do my shiggy dance, made her dip again

She got shitty friends, fucked her on a Xan

I’m a flavor baby, talkin' Zatarain’s

When they know you havin' paper you don’t need advance

If I lie to you, cross my heart and hope to die

We gon' slide on em', cross em' out and leave em' fried

I be speakin' all my thoughts, she said it’s lullabies

We commit the perfect murder, we got alibies

We got mob ties, we ain’t talkin' bitch

It’s a black tie, I don’t attend events

Yeah I’m on that purple rain, they think my cousin Prince

They ain’t never went a mile cause' I ain’t gave a inch

It get to that fourth quarter I’ma come in clutch

Grabba fillin' up my lungs, I don’t want a Dutch

Put that cutter in that choppa', make em' dance nigga

Bullets poppin', now he hoppin' like it’s double dutch

Niggas snitchin', droppin' dimes, Penny Hardaway

Ain’t no M’s when it’s easy, went the harder way

Fly to Brooklyn, on the floor, we at the Barclays

Nigga actin' like he king, he in the pawns place

Say a prayer and get to cookin', bitch I’m Gods child

Leave that shit all on the floor, like a dirty towel

$ 150 on filet mignon, outta' town

White bitch, snortin' coke lines, single file

I don’t watch cable, I got Hulu

Wake up and get high, I’m watchin' YouTube

We ain’t havin' money problems, keep the money long

But I see it’s haters every time I’m comin' home

When I mention chips I ain’t talkin' Pringles

I be out in Vegas with them pipes like I’m

Niggas broke, he be stealin', he got sticky fingers

If I catch him blow his hand off, Beanie Sigel

Do my shiggy dance, made her dip again

She got shitty friends, fucked her on a Xan

I’m a flavor baby, talkin' Zatarain’s

When they know you havin' paper you don’t need advance

If I lie to you, cross my heart and hope to die

We gon' slide on em', cross em' out and leave em' fried

I be speakin' all my thoughts, she said it’s lullabies

We commit the perfect murder, we got alibies

Hit the road with a kit, I get high and go to work

Niggas tryna' copy swag but they know who did it first

Still prayin' on my downfall, tryna' wish the worst

I was chasin' paper, niggas still runnin' after skirts

I’ma break your head if you ain’t

I got plugs up on every coast, I ain’t ever seen a drought

Still fuckin' with them niggas every time I hit the south

You be fuckin' with them rats so you bound to be a mouse

Hit the bushed, wait it out, now it’s time to hit his house

Caught him sleepin' with his bitch, hit him in his fuckin' mouth

Ridin' with the real dogs, yeah they know we in the town

Paint your bitch whole face, then treat it like a crown

Do my shiggy dance, made her dip again

She got shitty friends, fucked her on a Xan

I’m a flavor baby, talkin' Zatarain’s

When they know you havin' paper you don’t need advance

If I lie to you, cross my heart and hope to die

We gon' slide on em', cross em' out and leave em' fried

I be speakin' all my thoughts, she said it’s lullabies

We commit the perfect murder, we got alibies