50 cent – double up – tone mason 歌詞


double up – tone mason
(feat. hayes)

it is what it is, son, n-gg-s can’t stand it
it’s my fifth lap, a n-gg- been round and round the planet
shorty saying “welcome to miami.” her friends saying welcome to miami.
jet skis, the yacht, parked in the back yard
back to back porsches and n-gg-s go down hard
i love money, n-gg- this drug money
laundromat, spin cycle, nickel snub money
beef nothing to a n-gg-, n-gg- i’m puff
throw 100 racks on a b-tch, i told you she want me
if i want the hoe, i get the hoe, f-ck the hoe and forget the hoe
let a ho be a ho, play the pimp, pay the rent
i’m a fly n-gg- on a off day i ride fly sh-t
presidential rolling n-gg- tell me now can you bite down
i’m the biggest n-gg- southside seen since fat cat
i tell a n-gg- suck a d-ck quick cause i’m strapped back

i make a double up, few blocks of raw
i-i-i get it, i got to get more
i make it double up, baking soda galore
till we in bentleys and mansions with marble on the floor
i make it double up

ey, bring me that pyrex, get the baking soda, the ice, i’ll show you how you do this sh-t, you think i don’t know what i’m doing but i know what i’m doin

we on the other side of the border chilling with drug lords
tryna put an order in during the drug wars
j said this what happens when you disrespect one of us
and cut a motherf-cker head off right in front of us
that’s when i said i’m going back to cali. my man said he goin’ back to cali.
i know some mexicans in arizona, i’m cool with
i’d rather slang that then come and deal with this bullsh-t.
’cause i ain’t gonna budge pay me a dodgie dog, it ain’t no love
n-gg-s know who they owe, my number ain’t change, b-tch
front door service, put one in your brain quick
could have put it right in your chest, close range sh-t
watch you die slow, let you know who you playin with
f-ck all that swearing to god, promise and prayin sh-t
i ain’t the big sob story, fam, i’m praying sh-t
twelve gauge ar15, ak an sh-t
p-ssenger seats goin’ get killed, i’m saying this
princ-p-ls, we don’t drown a line at drug dealin
we criminals, we goin all out
before i say you played me i’ll go in your house
and get killed there, blow your f-cking brains out
you gotta bring -ss to get some, you gotta make cash to spend some
and i ain’t a victim, motherf-cker.

- 50 cent