paroles de chanson Get Some Money (Intro) - Westside Kam

Where my lighter at? (West)

I can't describe the mood in
Wake up in the morning, all I think is win
Hustle is the key and imma get it in
Roll a doobie, meditate, deal with all that shit within
Light it up then wait on King, we about to meet the plug
The shit we smoke 'll probably melt your skin
The shit we smoke 'll probably knock you out, then wake you up again
Trust me homie my gas is never pretend
When we got it we willing to spend
Wonder what y'all not willing to say to trend
Westside really messy with the pen
One of my niggas, got a court date he looking at 10
That's how the drama begin
Keep your dogs fed or watch 'em turn Mariah and sing
Do what I gotta ask God keep a tab on my sins
Next year I might lose a liver tryna drink to all of my wins
Fill my glass to the brim
Hard work precedes the dollars and things
Rest in Peace to Big T, I guess God thought he better with wings

My rhymes are all crafted, to put beats in a closed casket
Reminiscing on my old chapters
I've seen more crosses than Catholics
Told myself no moving backwards
Big Smoke, give a nigga asthma

Another day, another chance to flex
Another day I'm spending chasing checks, I ain't got time to rest
Another day to prove that I'm the best
Another day, another chance to flex (Yes, Yes!)
Another day, another chance to flex
Another day I'm spending chasing checks, I ain't got time to rest
Another day to prove that I'm the best
Another day, another chance to flex (Yes, Yes!)