Uh
Left Coast Forever, nigga
Akrite, what up, bro
Look
Showing niggas wins through the action
Never really worry about men's satisfaction
I can make it happen, just depends what you asking
Cause I done lost it all and got it back on the back end
Benz and Cadillacs through traffic
Old school coupes, one button roof backwards
I can't f*ck with a nigga that move backwards
Or women with a mood, cause I'ma just move past her
New school master, blue strip bastard
Tryna hit Europe then a cruise ship after
New kick match with the new fit
Do your research, kid, I do this and you just an actor
Niggas ain't original, they do shit to match us
You need to get your own shit, I be on some grown shit
You the type to go in order wings all boneless
I be with the homies, stoned out by the ocean
Always been humble, never liked boasting
Always reach my goals cause I let it by focus
Always seen it through, never had the bifocals
Giving free game out through my vocals
I been getting to the money, making plays all week
Everything that you see that I got is all me
You know I gotta do it big, 3X tall tee
So if you tryna make some money, my nigga, then call me
Call me
Getting to the money, I been hustling all week
You know I got it for the low my nigga, so call me
Lone Star like Texas
6AM to the bag that's my breakfast
Can't waste time, I need mine, time is precious
In the '06, in the mix, in the Lexus
Hm, I get money low-key, away from dummies
Stacking tens over dubs, jackpot like rummy
Knocking on your chicks in socks and slides, looking bummy
Talking to my lingo, now I got her saying"Cutty"
Test me, it don't matter one ear out the other
Don't check me, check your bitch and your mother
Pockets full of notes like a kid in detention
Just cause you don't hear it, don't mean it ain't mentioned
It's pleasant to see Left Coast making moves
Nine to five, hella sleep, lacing up the black shoes
Rhyme fest, I don't like it unless that bitch is brand new
Like my car not driving unless that bitch is old school, yada
I been getting to the money, making plays all week
Everything that you see that I got is all me
You know I gotta do it big, 3X tall tee
So if you tryna make some money, my nigga, then call me
Call me
Getting to the money, I been hustling all week
You know I got it for the low, my nigga, so call me
Kazie - 3X Tall Tee (feat. AkriteRadio) Lyrics
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Uh
Left Coast Forever, nigga
Akrite, what up, bro
Look
Showing niggas wins through the action
Never really worry about men's satisfaction
I can make it happen, just depends what you asking
Cause I done lost it all and got it back on the back end
Benz and Cadillacs through traffic
Old school coupes, one button roof backwards
I can't f*ck with a nigga that move backwards
Or women with a mood, cause I'ma just move past her
New school master, blue strip bastard
Tryna hit Europe then a cruise ship after
New kick match with the new fit
Do your research, kid, I do this and you just an actor
Niggas ain't original, they do shit to match us
You need to get your own shit, I be on some grown shit
You the type to go in order wings all boneless
I be with the homies, stoned out by the ocean
Always been humble, never liked boasting
Always reach my goals cause I let it by focus
Always seen it through, never had the bifocals
Giving free game out through my vocals
I been getting to the money, making plays all week
Everything that you see that I got is all me
You know I gotta do it big, 3X tall tee
So if you tryna make some money, my nigga, then call me
Call me
Getting to the money, I been hustling all week
You know I got it for the low my nigga, so call me
Lone Star like Texas
6AM to the bag that's my breakfast
Can't waste time, I need mine, time is precious
In the '06, in the mix, in the Lexus
Hm, I get money low-key, away from dummies
Stacking tens over dubs, jackpot like rummy
Knocking on your chicks in socks and slides, looking bummy
Talking to my lingo, now I got her saying"Cutty"
Test me, it don't matter one ear out the other
Don't check me, check your bitch and your mother
Pockets full of notes like a kid in detention
Just cause you don't hear it, don't mean it ain't mentioned
It's pleasant to see Left Coast making moves
Nine to five, hella sleep, lacing up the black shoes
Rhyme fest, I don't like it unless that bitch is brand new
Like my car not driving unless that bitch is old school, yada
I been getting to the money, making plays all week
Everything that you see that I got is all me
You know I gotta do it big, 3X tall tee
So if you tryna make some money, my nigga, then call me
Call me
Getting to the money, I been hustling all week
You know I got it for the low, my nigga, so call me
Left Coast Forever, nigga
Akrite, what up, bro
Look
Showing niggas wins through the action
Never really worry about men's satisfaction
I can make it happen, just depends what you asking
Cause I done lost it all and got it back on the back end
Benz and Cadillacs through traffic
Old school coupes, one button roof backwards
I can't f*ck with a nigga that move backwards
Or women with a mood, cause I'ma just move past her
New school master, blue strip bastard
Tryna hit Europe then a cruise ship after
New kick match with the new fit
Do your research, kid, I do this and you just an actor
Niggas ain't original, they do shit to match us
You need to get your own shit, I be on some grown shit
You the type to go in order wings all boneless
I be with the homies, stoned out by the ocean
Always been humble, never liked boasting
Always reach my goals cause I let it by focus
Always seen it through, never had the bifocals
Giving free game out through my vocals
I been getting to the money, making plays all week
Everything that you see that I got is all me
You know I gotta do it big, 3X tall tee
So if you tryna make some money, my nigga, then call me
Call me
Getting to the money, I been hustling all week
You know I got it for the low my nigga, so call me
Lone Star like Texas
6AM to the bag that's my breakfast
Can't waste time, I need mine, time is precious
In the '06, in the mix, in the Lexus
Hm, I get money low-key, away from dummies
Stacking tens over dubs, jackpot like rummy
Knocking on your chicks in socks and slides, looking bummy
Talking to my lingo, now I got her saying"Cutty"
Test me, it don't matter one ear out the other
Don't check me, check your bitch and your mother
Pockets full of notes like a kid in detention
Just cause you don't hear it, don't mean it ain't mentioned
It's pleasant to see Left Coast making moves
Nine to five, hella sleep, lacing up the black shoes
Rhyme fest, I don't like it unless that bitch is brand new
Like my car not driving unless that bitch is old school, yada
I been getting to the money, making plays all week
Everything that you see that I got is all me
You know I gotta do it big, 3X tall tee
So if you tryna make some money, my nigga, then call me
Call me
Getting to the money, I been hustling all week
You know I got it for the low, my nigga, so call me
Writer: Kaelen Mitchell, Bennie Smith Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid