*** Dat *** Lyrics – Key Glock
Sick of these niggas, you know what it is
(BandPlay)
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Ayy, I just want the money, *** the fame and all that other ***
Yeah, I made a couple millions, still ride with a couple sticks (Fah-fah)
Yeah, I keep nina on my side, you know that she my gutter *** (Yeah)
I got a check (Yeah) and *** it up (Yeah), I did it for the *** of it (Yeah-yeah)
Ayy, I just want the money, *** the fame and all that other ***
Yeah, I made a couple millions, still ride with a couple sticks (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
Yeah, I keep nina on my side, you know that she my gutter *** (Switch)
I got a check and *** it up, I did it for the *** of it (The ***?)
Can’t take it with you, *** this *** (Yeah), my ***, *** this *** (Yeah)
I *** it up (Yeah) and get that *** right back (Phew, phew), oh yeah, I love this *** (Yeah)
Can’t take it with you, *** this *** (Yeah), my ***, *** this *** (Yeah)
I *** it up (Phew) and get that *** right back (Phew, phew), oh yeah, I love this *** (Love)
I hate what I love ’cause sometimes I love that *** too much
Time example, you can take a look at what’s up in my cup
Real *** give you anything, but still don’t give a ***
Rich ***, I get what I want, these niggas don’t want nothin’
How the hell you hangin’ with the opps and tryna hang with us?
Cutthroat La Familia, all my niggas damn near slice *** up (Gang)
Turn nickels to millions, keep that blicky on me no matter what (Phew, fah)
Ayy, get up out your feelings, ***, go and get a bag or somethin’ (The ***?)
Uh
Ayy, ***, get up out your feelings, ***, go and get a bag or somethin’
Yeah (Woah)
*** ***, Paper Route, all that
Ayy, I just want the money, *** the fame and all that other *** (The money)
Yeah, I made a couple millions, still ride with a couple sticks (Fah)
Yeah, I keep nina on my side (Fah), you know that she my gutter *** (On God, on God, shh)
I got a check (Shh) and *** it up (On God), I did it for the *** of it (Yeah)
I’m sucker free, no sucker *** (Yeah), ain’t on no sucker ***
I’m rocking blue diamonds, smokin’ gelato like my brother, ***
They say if it don’t make no money, then it don’t make no sense
Well, I been makin’ so much damn money, it don’t make no sense
Cheah
Yeah (Ayy, boy, let’s go)
(I’m rocking blue diamonds, smokin’ gelato like my brother, ***)
I’m rocking blue diamonds, smokin’ gelato like my brother, ***
I just want the money, *** the fame and all that other *** (On God)
Yeah, I made a couple millions, still ride with a couple sticks (Yeah, yeah, yeah, fah)
Yeah, I keep nina on my side (Yeah), you know that she my gutter *** (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got a check (Yeah) and *** it up (Yeah), I did it for the *** of it (Yeah, yeah, ***)
Can’t take it with you, *** this *** (Yeah), my ***, *** this *** (Yeah)
Haha, ayy
Can’t take it with you, *** this *** (Yeah), my ***, *** this ***
Go spin, ***, talkin’ ’bout all plugs
On God
Ayy