Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Blunt full of funky gunga
Smoking on that thunder
Smelling like I pealed a onion
Walking like I need a nap
Liquid got me horny
Calling baby like I need some Cap
Thinking you can play me bout My paper
Shawty its a wrap
F*ck you with my Cousin on The cover
Put you in a RAP
Ducking dodging fakers cuz Dem niggas
Only chasing clout
Moving kinda smoovly when Im grooving
Heater on my Lap
Outfit never basic designer Shoes I Be lacing
Diamonds shining brightly
Reflection mite look like Lighting
Jewelry glisten dripping water
Haters slip up in dat puddle
Chilling sipping muddy water
Keeping money like a hoarder
Left hand steady itching
Right hand whipping Benz
Money visions in my lenz
For that paper I go in
Mite ive lost a couple friends
Tryna chase a bigger plan
Sorry lets make an ammence
Tryna be a better man
Working like a mexican
Related to paper call it my next To kin
Go mode no brake again
Closed circle no braking in
At da door Bout to brake it in
Made of steel im to real to fake It in
Came out that box you in
Can't let em box me in
Left risk time bomb
Ear loafs rock and rock
Dirty money bout 2 mold
Im the shit with no comold
Icey smile mite catch a cold
Risk taking living bold
Tryna rewrite all the codes
F*ck it get a couple bowes
Stretch it flip it cop sum mo
Really all a nigga know
Get the money make it grow
Let it flow Circulate it
Only way 2 grow
And keep left hand full of Money
Yo right hand on ya pistol
Steady smoking gunga nigga
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Steady smoking gunga nigga
Shady niggas tryna block my Shine
So I bought some new diamonds
Smiling faces when they saw me walking
Til I got that benz
Pulled up
Fresh as f*ck
Jumped out
Bumping No new friends
Just big bens and Mr. Jacksons
I just picked up off faxon
Going hard no relaxing
Foreign faces gettin taxed
Hall of fame balling No Spalding
We was stuggling Im recalling
Now im calling plays like a Captain
Fresh up out the oven
Hotter than a dinner plate
Took her on a dinner date
She wipe me down with no Napkin
After i just finished tapping
She fix me up with out asking
Black hearted like nothing happened
Back to business can't be Slacking
Trapping with a passion
Rocking my kind of fashion
Heading to the money palace
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Blunt full of funky gunga
Smoking on that thunder
Smelling like I pealed a onion
Walking like I need a nap
Liquid got me horny
Calling baby like I need some Cap
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Steady smoking gunga nigga
North Memphis E - On Dat Thunder Lyrics
North Memphis E - On Dat Thunder Lyrics
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Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Blunt full of funky gunga
Smoking on that thunder
Smelling like I pealed a onion
Walking like I need a nap
Liquid got me horny
Calling baby like I need some Cap
Thinking you can play me bout My paper
Shawty its a wrap
F*ck you with my Cousin on The cover
Put you in a RAP
Ducking dodging fakers cuz Dem niggas
Only chasing clout
Moving kinda smoovly when Im grooving
Heater on my Lap
Outfit never basic designer Shoes I Be lacing
Diamonds shining brightly
Reflection mite look like Lighting
Jewelry glisten dripping water
Haters slip up in dat puddle
Chilling sipping muddy water
Keeping money like a hoarder
Left hand steady itching
Right hand whipping Benz
Money visions in my lenz
For that paper I go in
Mite ive lost a couple friends
Tryna chase a bigger plan
Sorry lets make an ammence
Tryna be a better man
Working like a mexican
Related to paper call it my next To kin
Go mode no brake again
Closed circle no braking in
At da door Bout to brake it in
Made of steel im to real to fake It in
Came out that box you in
Can't let em box me in
Left risk time bomb
Ear loafs rock and rock
Dirty money bout 2 mold
Im the shit with no comold
Icey smile mite catch a cold
Risk taking living bold
Tryna rewrite all the codes
F*ck it get a couple bowes
Stretch it flip it cop sum mo
Really all a nigga know
Get the money make it grow
Let it flow Circulate it
Only way 2 grow
And keep left hand full of Money
Yo right hand on ya pistol
Steady smoking gunga nigga
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Steady smoking gunga nigga
Shady niggas tryna block my Shine
So I bought some new diamonds
Smiling faces when they saw me walking
Til I got that benz
Pulled up
Fresh as f*ck
Jumped out
Bumping No new friends
Just big bens and Mr. Jacksons
I just picked up off faxon
Going hard no relaxing
Foreign faces gettin taxed
Hall of fame balling No Spalding
We was stuggling Im recalling
Now im calling plays like a Captain
Fresh up out the oven
Hotter than a dinner plate
Took her on a dinner date
She wipe me down with no Napkin
After i just finished tapping
She fix me up with out asking
Black hearted like nothing happened
Back to business can't be Slacking
Trapping with a passion
Rocking my kind of fashion
Heading to the money palace
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Blunt full of funky gunga
Smoking on that thunder
Smelling like I pealed a onion
Walking like I need a nap
Liquid got me horny
Calling baby like I need some Cap
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Steady smoking gunga nigga
Right hand on my pistol
Blunt full of funky gunga
Smoking on that thunder
Smelling like I pealed a onion
Walking like I need a nap
Liquid got me horny
Calling baby like I need some Cap
Thinking you can play me bout My paper
Shawty its a wrap
F*ck you with my Cousin on The cover
Put you in a RAP
Ducking dodging fakers cuz Dem niggas
Only chasing clout
Moving kinda smoovly when Im grooving
Heater on my Lap
Outfit never basic designer Shoes I Be lacing
Diamonds shining brightly
Reflection mite look like Lighting
Jewelry glisten dripping water
Haters slip up in dat puddle
Chilling sipping muddy water
Keeping money like a hoarder
Left hand steady itching
Right hand whipping Benz
Money visions in my lenz
For that paper I go in
Mite ive lost a couple friends
Tryna chase a bigger plan
Sorry lets make an ammence
Tryna be a better man
Working like a mexican
Related to paper call it my next To kin
Go mode no brake again
Closed circle no braking in
At da door Bout to brake it in
Made of steel im to real to fake It in
Came out that box you in
Can't let em box me in
Left risk time bomb
Ear loafs rock and rock
Dirty money bout 2 mold
Im the shit with no comold
Icey smile mite catch a cold
Risk taking living bold
Tryna rewrite all the codes
F*ck it get a couple bowes
Stretch it flip it cop sum mo
Really all a nigga know
Get the money make it grow
Let it flow Circulate it
Only way 2 grow
And keep left hand full of Money
Yo right hand on ya pistol
Steady smoking gunga nigga
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Steady smoking gunga nigga
Shady niggas tryna block my Shine
So I bought some new diamonds
Smiling faces when they saw me walking
Til I got that benz
Pulled up
Fresh as f*ck
Jumped out
Bumping No new friends
Just big bens and Mr. Jacksons
I just picked up off faxon
Going hard no relaxing
Foreign faces gettin taxed
Hall of fame balling No Spalding
We was stuggling Im recalling
Now im calling plays like a Captain
Fresh up out the oven
Hotter than a dinner plate
Took her on a dinner date
She wipe me down with no Napkin
After i just finished tapping
She fix me up with out asking
Black hearted like nothing happened
Back to business can't be Slacking
Trapping with a passion
Rocking my kind of fashion
Heading to the money palace
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Blunt full of funky gunga
Smoking on that thunder
Smelling like I pealed a onion
Walking like I need a nap
Liquid got me horny
Calling baby like I need some Cap
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Left hand full of money
Right hand on my pistol
Steady smoking gunga nigga
Writer: Erick Williams
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