Get to the bag
(Cashy)
Get to the breesh
Get to the money
I'm of the leash
(Hollon)
First place
Speech
(Woo)
Eating
Feast
Bitches is bad
Don't fall for a treesh
Don't get caught lacking
No love in the street
(No lacking no lacking)
Blow me
Sheesh
(Blow me)
Cold heart
Freeze
I stay on my shit
For myself and my fam
Most of the haters don't know who I am
I'm catching flights
Working on my tan
While They steady lurking
And preeing the gram
I do what I want
You do what you can
I'm making shit happen
For my satisfaction
(For me, for me)
Just stacking and stacking
Count the bread and relaxin
I'm Rappin and trapping
I tax if they asking
(bread)
No snitching no lacking
My rules for myself
The code with my brothers
Break bread, know ya worth
Get money, the bag
The purse, the cash, the duffle,
The burken, the burk.
(Cashy)
When it's secure, flip it
My boy go berserk
Get all in ya burk
We speeding no racing
Just chilling in first
You dying to be us
You dying to live
(You wanna be me)
Stack bread for ya mother
Get mommy a driver
Ma dukes in the tints
Got mom undercover
(Got mom undercover)
She got on them racks
She don't need a lover
And she need a chef
Get ready for supper
Eating like a king
(Uh huh)
And a nigga known for doing
Kingly things aye
(Aye Aye)
Yeah I'm from the floss
Know I'm reppin 4zzzz
And I do it all day aye
(Oh oh)
I Don't play with money
So Stop actin funny
I just get to the cake aye
(Ok)
Always happy when it's payday
Ben frank wit the blue face
(Hold on)
Ayeeee
Get to the bag
(Cashy)
Get to the breesh
Get to the money
I'm of the leash
(Hollon)
First place
Speech
(Woo)
Eating
Feast
Bitches is bad
Don't fall for a treesh
Don't get caught lacking
No love in the street
(No lacking no lacking)
Blow me
Sheesh
(Blow me)
Cold heart
Freeze
Woah Woah
Ass dropping on the floor
Pussy popping at the door
Yeah yeah
Baby girl in my ear
Tell me what I wanna hear
Hollon aye
Shawty a eater
I gotta feed her
It's a part of the lifestyle
(She's a eater)
Now she want me to beat it
I do not need it
Backspace and delete it
(Delete it)
The cashy the goal
I mean it
Blue faces need a stack by the weekend
You f*ck wit the bread we start tweaking
(You f*ck)
Ain't no telling what you'll be receiving
(With the bread)
Foreign gang, foreign language we speaking
(Foreign)
Stack bread for the fam on the weekend
Buggin on the road
I'm geeking I'm geeking
(I'm bugging, im bugging)
They feeling the kid
They jacking my swag
They liking the way that I'm speaking
(They liking the way that im speaking?)
Had an ex she a creep
All on my comments
She creeping
Bitch You a thot
You tweaking
Elevation
Came up, from the deep end
Had a vision of john Cena
Wondering what the f*ck Stevie was seeing
Hmmm
I'm moving to tact you ain't seeing
Look
My brothers agree cuz they preeing
Tell twelve to catch up cuz we leaving
Big Cliff... on the roads
That's a demon
Pacboyzzz that's the shit that I'm speaking
(Debout)
Qu4ttro On the scene now I'm leaving
(Foreign gang)
Richie Qu4ttro - First Place Lyrics
Richie Qu4ttro - First Place Lyrics
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Get to the bag
(Cashy)
Get to the breesh
Get to the money
I'm of the leash
(Hollon)
First place
Speech
(Woo)
Eating
Feast
Bitches is bad
Don't fall for a treesh
Don't get caught lacking
No love in the street
(No lacking no lacking)
Blow me
Sheesh
(Blow me)
Cold heart
Freeze
I stay on my shit
For myself and my fam
Most of the haters don't know who I am
I'm catching flights
Working on my tan
While They steady lurking
And preeing the gram
I do what I want
You do what you can
I'm making shit happen
For my satisfaction
(For me, for me)
Just stacking and stacking
Count the bread and relaxin
I'm Rappin and trapping
I tax if they asking
(bread)
No snitching no lacking
My rules for myself
The code with my brothers
Break bread, know ya worth
Get money, the bag
The purse, the cash, the duffle,
The burken, the burk.
(Cashy)
When it's secure, flip it
My boy go berserk
Get all in ya burk
We speeding no racing
Just chilling in first
You dying to be us
You dying to live
(You wanna be me)
Stack bread for ya mother
Get mommy a driver
Ma dukes in the tints
Got mom undercover
(Got mom undercover)
She got on them racks
She don't need a lover
And she need a chef
Get ready for supper
Eating like a king
(Uh huh)
And a nigga known for doing
Kingly things aye
(Aye Aye)
Yeah I'm from the floss
Know I'm reppin 4zzzz
And I do it all day aye
(Oh oh)
I Don't play with money
So Stop actin funny
I just get to the cake aye
(Ok)
Always happy when it's payday
Ben frank wit the blue face
(Hold on)
Ayeeee
Get to the bag
(Cashy)
Get to the breesh
Get to the money
I'm of the leash
(Hollon)
First place
Speech
(Woo)
Eating
Feast
Bitches is bad
Don't fall for a treesh
Don't get caught lacking
No love in the street
(No lacking no lacking)
Blow me
Sheesh
(Blow me)
Cold heart
Freeze
Woah Woah
Ass dropping on the floor
Pussy popping at the door
Yeah yeah
Baby girl in my ear
Tell me what I wanna hear
Hollon aye
Shawty a eater
I gotta feed her
It's a part of the lifestyle
(She's a eater)
Now she want me to beat it
I do not need it
Backspace and delete it
(Delete it)
The cashy the goal
I mean it
Blue faces need a stack by the weekend
You f*ck wit the bread we start tweaking
(You f*ck)
Ain't no telling what you'll be receiving
(With the bread)
Foreign gang, foreign language we speaking
(Foreign)
Stack bread for the fam on the weekend
Buggin on the road
I'm geeking I'm geeking
(I'm bugging, im bugging)
They feeling the kid
They jacking my swag
They liking the way that I'm speaking
(They liking the way that im speaking?)
Had an ex she a creep
All on my comments
She creeping
Bitch You a thot
You tweaking
Elevation
Came up, from the deep end
Had a vision of john Cena
Wondering what the f*ck Stevie was seeing
Hmmm
I'm moving to tact you ain't seeing
Look
My brothers agree cuz they preeing
Tell twelve to catch up cuz we leaving
Big Cliff... on the roads
That's a demon
Pacboyzzz that's the shit that I'm speaking
(Debout)
Qu4ttro On the scene now I'm leaving
(Foreign gang)
(Cashy)
Get to the breesh
Get to the money
I'm of the leash
(Hollon)
First place
Speech
(Woo)
Eating
Feast
Bitches is bad
Don't fall for a treesh
Don't get caught lacking
No love in the street
(No lacking no lacking)
Blow me
Sheesh
(Blow me)
Cold heart
Freeze
I stay on my shit
For myself and my fam
Most of the haters don't know who I am
I'm catching flights
Working on my tan
While They steady lurking
And preeing the gram
I do what I want
You do what you can
I'm making shit happen
For my satisfaction
(For me, for me)
Just stacking and stacking
Count the bread and relaxin
I'm Rappin and trapping
I tax if they asking
(bread)
No snitching no lacking
My rules for myself
The code with my brothers
Break bread, know ya worth
Get money, the bag
The purse, the cash, the duffle,
The burken, the burk.
(Cashy)
When it's secure, flip it
My boy go berserk
Get all in ya burk
We speeding no racing
Just chilling in first
You dying to be us
You dying to live
(You wanna be me)
Stack bread for ya mother
Get mommy a driver
Ma dukes in the tints
Got mom undercover
(Got mom undercover)
She got on them racks
She don't need a lover
And she need a chef
Get ready for supper
Eating like a king
(Uh huh)
And a nigga known for doing
Kingly things aye
(Aye Aye)
Yeah I'm from the floss
Know I'm reppin 4zzzz
And I do it all day aye
(Oh oh)
I Don't play with money
So Stop actin funny
I just get to the cake aye
(Ok)
Always happy when it's payday
Ben frank wit the blue face
(Hold on)
Ayeeee
Get to the bag
(Cashy)
Get to the breesh
Get to the money
I'm of the leash
(Hollon)
First place
Speech
(Woo)
Eating
Feast
Bitches is bad
Don't fall for a treesh
Don't get caught lacking
No love in the street
(No lacking no lacking)
Blow me
Sheesh
(Blow me)
Cold heart
Freeze
Woah Woah
Ass dropping on the floor
Pussy popping at the door
Yeah yeah
Baby girl in my ear
Tell me what I wanna hear
Hollon aye
Shawty a eater
I gotta feed her
It's a part of the lifestyle
(She's a eater)
Now she want me to beat it
I do not need it
Backspace and delete it
(Delete it)
The cashy the goal
I mean it
Blue faces need a stack by the weekend
You f*ck wit the bread we start tweaking
(You f*ck)
Ain't no telling what you'll be receiving
(With the bread)
Foreign gang, foreign language we speaking
(Foreign)
Stack bread for the fam on the weekend
Buggin on the road
I'm geeking I'm geeking
(I'm bugging, im bugging)
They feeling the kid
They jacking my swag
They liking the way that I'm speaking
(They liking the way that im speaking?)
Had an ex she a creep
All on my comments
She creeping
Bitch You a thot
You tweaking
Elevation
Came up, from the deep end
Had a vision of john Cena
Wondering what the f*ck Stevie was seeing
Hmmm
I'm moving to tact you ain't seeing
Look
My brothers agree cuz they preeing
Tell twelve to catch up cuz we leaving
Big Cliff... on the roads
That's a demon
Pacboyzzz that's the shit that I'm speaking
(Debout)
Qu4ttro On the scene now I'm leaving
(Foreign gang)
Writer: Richard Gauthier
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid