Lyrics Westheimer (feat. Boldy James, Sauce Walka & Stove God Cooks) - Boldy James , Sauce Walka , Westside Gunn , Stove God Cooks
Thang,
mm
Thang
in
my,
uh
Back
seat
of
the
Rolls
Royce
Screamin′
"Money
ain't
a
thang"
in
my
Hov
voice
I
had
to
get
rich,
they
left
me
no
choice
It
weigh
a
lil′
extra
'cause
the
dope
moist
It
weigh
a
lil'
extra
′cause
the
dope
moist
I
had
to
kill
′em,
niggas
left
me
no
choice
We
countin'
money
in
the
back
seat
of
the
Rolls-Royce
Screamin′
"Money
ain't
a
thang"
Half
zip
(go),
to
a
half
brick
(go),
′til
they
can't
fit
Pan
whippin′,
she
like,
"You
got
powder
on
your
Stan
Smiths"
(haha)
I'm
like,
"Bitch,
these
Alexanders",
my
lawyеr
told
me
I
ain't
have
to
answer
It
don′t
еven
matter,
I
went
in
there
lyin′
Spinnin',
I
went
Barry
Sanders
(I
went
Barry
Sanders)
Play
with
them
answers,
they
said
they
got
me
on
the
cameras
That′s
why
to
this
day,
I
don't
fuck
with
cameras
(ha)
Boy,
you
better
thank
your
God
that
That
shit
jammed
up
(you
better
be
thankin′
God,
nigga)
Cuban
under
the
Canada
Goose
Drop
ceiling
in
the
basement,
400
bands
in
the
roof
(ask
my
mama)
Ha,
they
paint
pictures
in
my
likeness
now
I'll
have
Lil
Boosie
out
the
two-seater
Come
wipe
you
down
(brrt,
pow,
pow,
pow,
pow)
My
section
full
of
diamond
chains
and
Ace
bottles
(it
is)
Thick
legs,
small
waist
models,
I
had
tunnel
vision
Ye
goggles
He
got
some
shooters
that
don′t
play
'bout
him
(hahaha,
Stove)
Back
seat
of
the
Rolls-Royce
(haha,
me
and
Stove
like
Ace
and
Meechy)
Screamin'
"Money
ain′t
a
thang"
in
my
Hov
voice
(shoutout
to
Westside
Gunn)
I
had
to
get
rich,
they
left
me
no
choice
(AKA
Rolls-Royce
Richie)
It
weigh
a
lil′
extra
'cause
the
dope
moist
(ha,
where
we
at?)
It
weigh
a
lil′
extra
'cause
the
dope
moist
(Mafia,
what
else?)
I
had
to
kill
′em,
niggas
left
me
no
choice
(brrt)
We
countin'
money
in
the
back
seat
of
the
Rolls-Royce
Screamin′
"Money
ain't
a
thang"
(it's
on,
frrt,
beep)
20s
cloggin′
up
the
machine,
hall
closet
full
of
Supreme
Off-White
and
Amiri
jeans
at
the
Allbright
(up
in
the
A)
Hands
crampin′
up
from
me
countin',
thumbin′
all
night
(where
we
at?)
Money's
bustin′
out
of
the
seams
of
my
Ksubi
denim
(blockworks)
Came
through
and
we
fried
the
scene,
niggas
knew
we
hit
'em
(brrt)
Who
we
kiddin′?
Chapo
hit
my
line
like,
"Who
gave
you
permission?"
(I'm
clear)
We
weigh
the
work
wet
to
get
them
extra
grams,
number
crunchin'
(ayy)
Showed
up
to
the
function
and
my
roof
was
missing
(drop
ceilings)
Box
stick
in
the
Range,
thots
trickin′
for
change
(thotianas)
For
this
new
shit,
I
got
my
fiend
hop,
skip
in
the
rain
Front
tooth
missin′,
look
like
Bobby
from
New
Edition
(gap
tooth)
Sold
her
some
dope
so
oily,
when
you
boil
it
Could
probably
Jiffy
Lube
an
engine
(uh)
I'm
watchin′
Scarface
in
my
living
room
Two
bad
bitches
in
my
jacuzzi
kissin'
(mwah)
No
instruction
manual
needed,
point
me
to
the
kitchen
(skrrt)
This
is
dog
food
for
thought,
you
niggas
do
the
dishes
(let′s
get
it)
Back
seat
of
the
Rolls-Royce
Screamin'
"Money
ain′t
a
thang"
in
my
Hov
voice
I
had
to
get
rich,
they
left
me
no
choice
It
weigh
a
lil'
extra
'cause
the
dope
moist
It
weigh
a
lil′
extra
′cause
the
dope
moist
(I
pimp
those)
I
had
to
kill
'em,
niggas
left
me
no
choice
(I
did)
We
count
money
in
the
back
seat
of
the
Rolls-Royce
(mhm)
Screamin′
"Money
ain't
a
thang"
(ooh-wee,
ooh-wee)
I
own
a
Rolls-Royce
in
real
life
Black
and
pink
painted
like
Serena
Williams
in
pink
tights
Did
the
bitch
pay
me
the
money?
You
shouldn′t
think
twice
Do
Lebron
James
drink
Sprites?
Do
Meek
Mill
shoot
dice?
And
did
Dave
Mirra
ride
bikes?
I'm
really
him
They
said
that
Trix
was
just
for
kids,
well,
silly
them
These
niggas
think
they
Biggie
Smalls,
but
they
really
Kim
I′m
in
the
gym
above
the
rim,
lethal
shooter
When
JAY-Z
dropped
"Ghetto
Gospel",
I
was
chillin'
at
the
jeweler
Thank
you,
Hov,
I
could've
signed
to
JAY-Z
and
been
Roc-a-Fella
But
I
had
four
bitches
clockin′
millions
from
steady
rockin′
fellas
For
lots
of
cheddar,
all
types
of
cheese,
swiss,
mozzarella
Shit,
I
done
had
so
much
pepperjack,
I
should've
owned
the
deli
Had
to
switch
cells
in
the
pen′,
punched
down
my
celly
On
the
west
side
with
a
gun,
pimped
out
the
whole
telly
The
Red
Roof
on
Westheimer,
that's
dead
proof
Set
trippin′
didn't
last
you,
these
Texas
diamonds
on
every
tooth
On
Sauce
(ooh-wee)
1 Murders in Maxfields
2 Blessed Times (feat. AA Rashid)
3 Mariota (feat. Stove God Cooks)
4 Vogue cover (feat. Stove God Cooks)
5 Margiela Split Toes (feat. Mach-Hommy)
6 Draymond (feat. Stove God Cooks)
7 Peri Peri (feat. Rome Streetz)
8 RIGHT NOW (feat. Stove God Cooks & Jadakiss)
9 Westheimer (feat. Boldy James, Sauce Walka & Stove God Cooks)
10 Bash money (feat. Lil Wayne)
11 Claires Back (feat. Conway the Machine, Benny the Butcher & DJ Clue)
12 Spoonz (feat. Conway the Machine)
13 716 Mile (feat. Boldy James)
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