Where's your spine! You don't walk like me and mine!
Walkie Talkie to my guys, we can't chalk it up
You knuck, we buck, we hang out to dry
We cannot f*ck with Ku Klux that's just ridiculous
I am not one of these coons YOU MUST BE KIDDING US
Ain't no little in my name, this ain't no KIDDIE STUFF
Venues still won't book us but we know we fill em up
Blow air like aang still got my aim nigga the jig is up
Can't act my age all in my angst as f*ck!
If money is madness then madness i make
I do it with ease, it's so piece of cake
They gon compensate, for what we create
But money bring cattle, it keep you at stake
This beat super hard i might break a guitar
Break down the tree put it straight in cigar
Carolina boy man my heels in the tar
They finally turned on when you bright like a star
But the money the money we can't give them nada
Talking the cheese the lettuce the gwala
Wake yo ass up like a few sips of java
We came on this ship like the spainish armada
Ain't none of the bs ain't havinit my nigga
Solid but no we ain't stagnant my nigga
The money like groceries, straight baggage my nigga
Whatever we want we can have it my nigga
Niggas on a whole new beam-up
Drive real slow when I go re-up
Lyft sign, ride when I'm fried, the yield, I deny
My Life on freed-up
Know a nigga pen on frida
Kahlo
Hollow, backwoods like its cedar
I know, black hoods, look meaner
But these rich streets gotta schema
Soul just got a new leader
I let go the totem pole, as i rise, and you sleep like dream-a
Know ya can't deny Sonny cleaner
How my tongue a crime? misdameanor
Nigga better fix ya demeanor
Countin money soon want it greener
Heard niggas still on the lean-er
DOTWAV here know y'all eager
Where's your spine! You don't walk like me and mine!
Walkie Talkie to my guys, we can't chalk it up
You knuck, we buck, we hang out to dry
We cannot f*ck with Ku Klux that's just ridiculous
I am not one of these coons YOU MUST BE KIDDING US
Ain't no little in my name, this ain't no KIDDIE STUFF
Venues still won't book us but we know we fill em up
Blow air like aang still got my aim nigga the jig is up
Can't act my age all in my angst as f*ck!
Dotwav Media - We Can't Give Them Any Money Lyrics
Dotwav Media - We Can't Give Them Any Money Lyrics
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Where's your spine! You don't walk like me and mine!
Walkie Talkie to my guys, we can't chalk it up
You knuck, we buck, we hang out to dry
We cannot f*ck with Ku Klux that's just ridiculous
I am not one of these coons YOU MUST BE KIDDING US
Ain't no little in my name, this ain't no KIDDIE STUFF
Venues still won't book us but we know we fill em up
Blow air like aang still got my aim nigga the jig is up
Can't act my age all in my angst as f*ck!
If money is madness then madness i make
I do it with ease, it's so piece of cake
They gon compensate, for what we create
But money bring cattle, it keep you at stake
This beat super hard i might break a guitar
Break down the tree put it straight in cigar
Carolina boy man my heels in the tar
They finally turned on when you bright like a star
But the money the money we can't give them nada
Talking the cheese the lettuce the gwala
Wake yo ass up like a few sips of java
We came on this ship like the spainish armada
Ain't none of the bs ain't havinit my nigga
Solid but no we ain't stagnant my nigga
The money like groceries, straight baggage my nigga
Whatever we want we can have it my nigga
Niggas on a whole new beam-up
Drive real slow when I go re-up
Lyft sign, ride when I'm fried, the yield, I deny
My Life on freed-up
Know a nigga pen on frida
Kahlo
Hollow, backwoods like its cedar
I know, black hoods, look meaner
But these rich streets gotta schema
Soul just got a new leader
I let go the totem pole, as i rise, and you sleep like dream-a
Know ya can't deny Sonny cleaner
How my tongue a crime? misdameanor
Nigga better fix ya demeanor
Countin money soon want it greener
Heard niggas still on the lean-er
DOTWAV here know y'all eager
Where's your spine! You don't walk like me and mine!
Walkie Talkie to my guys, we can't chalk it up
You knuck, we buck, we hang out to dry
We cannot f*ck with Ku Klux that's just ridiculous
I am not one of these coons YOU MUST BE KIDDING US
Ain't no little in my name, this ain't no KIDDIE STUFF
Venues still won't book us but we know we fill em up
Blow air like aang still got my aim nigga the jig is up
Can't act my age all in my angst as f*ck!
Walkie Talkie to my guys, we can't chalk it up
You knuck, we buck, we hang out to dry
We cannot f*ck with Ku Klux that's just ridiculous
I am not one of these coons YOU MUST BE KIDDING US
Ain't no little in my name, this ain't no KIDDIE STUFF
Venues still won't book us but we know we fill em up
Blow air like aang still got my aim nigga the jig is up
Can't act my age all in my angst as f*ck!
If money is madness then madness i make
I do it with ease, it's so piece of cake
They gon compensate, for what we create
But money bring cattle, it keep you at stake
This beat super hard i might break a guitar
Break down the tree put it straight in cigar
Carolina boy man my heels in the tar
They finally turned on when you bright like a star
But the money the money we can't give them nada
Talking the cheese the lettuce the gwala
Wake yo ass up like a few sips of java
We came on this ship like the spainish armada
Ain't none of the bs ain't havinit my nigga
Solid but no we ain't stagnant my nigga
The money like groceries, straight baggage my nigga
Whatever we want we can have it my nigga
Niggas on a whole new beam-up
Drive real slow when I go re-up
Lyft sign, ride when I'm fried, the yield, I deny
My Life on freed-up
Know a nigga pen on frida
Kahlo
Hollow, backwoods like its cedar
I know, black hoods, look meaner
But these rich streets gotta schema
Soul just got a new leader
I let go the totem pole, as i rise, and you sleep like dream-a
Know ya can't deny Sonny cleaner
How my tongue a crime? misdameanor
Nigga better fix ya demeanor
Countin money soon want it greener
Heard niggas still on the lean-er
DOTWAV here know y'all eager
Where's your spine! You don't walk like me and mine!
Walkie Talkie to my guys, we can't chalk it up
You knuck, we buck, we hang out to dry
We cannot f*ck with Ku Klux that's just ridiculous
I am not one of these coons YOU MUST BE KIDDING US
Ain't no little in my name, this ain't no KIDDIE STUFF
Venues still won't book us but we know we fill em up
Blow air like aang still got my aim nigga the jig is up
Can't act my age all in my angst as f*ck!
Writer: Arnel Christian, Jordan Williams, Nigel Barber
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid