Money On The Couch Lyrics

Money On The Couch lyrics

First Verse:

I went through with the plan, now the man sendin' me
grams,
My coke organization still infestin' the land,
No joke, built my
Mama an estate in the Bahamas,
Crops of marijuana protected by Big
Timers,
Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise,
Expensive
merchandise, I had to sacrifice for the glamourous life,
Don P. for
breakfast, Benz, stretches, and Lexus,
Distribution of coke from Louisiana
to Texas,
Some fabricated, but fascinated by the way that I made it,
Now
my name is implicated with the greatest
Wearin' the latest, leather fatigues
and B.B.H.,
Brand new Mercedes, parked in front of my new estate,
Twelve
o' clock we gave him, caviar, is what we ate,
Party with killas,
paraphrenalia full of projects,
Dope snorters or prospects, the rob your
shop necks,
But I gets pissed and send hits, don't fuck with my shit
Wig
split, the heel, whoever he roll with,
Admit it, you did it, tongue too
tied? Well say somethin'
Nine's bustin', bringin' your platoon to
destruction,
Continue to hustlin', givin' up nothin' where the dope
at?
Crackers can get the Bauds at, because I'm pro Black,
Think I'm a
foreigner, he wasn't holdin' up his side of his deal,
Alien gotta be killed,
sent to the coroner,
I'm sure he would have gone before the judge
With
somethin' concrete, to send me, cuz
He was holdin' a grudge, fuckin' over a
thug,
Told my bitch I want him dead,
Bring me his head, fill him with
lead,
Heard what I said? Don't betray me,
I'll put you on the streets and
make you weak,
With carrots and stones up on fingers and your teeth,
And
built you a home next to the beach,
And luxury cars we creep
Here's the
nine, I don't have time, make it discreet

Chorus:

Money on the
couch, nigga
Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga
Shut'cha mouth,
nigga
Put the money on the couch, nigga
Gimme everything, I'll pay your
house, nigga
Shut'cha mouth, nigga
Put the money on the couch shut'cha
mouth, nigga

Second Verse:

I know that my cousin Lil'
Kerzaw,
He sold up outta his backyard,
And sold up shit, from the
seventeen all the way up to the Ninth Ward,
You know he rolls up in the
caddy,
It's about that time to go roasts and vogue,
I'ma go on the
passenger side, fuckin' with every last hoe,
Nigga Russ was up in that car
shop,
Ready to get all the seats fixed,
Let me go scope me a kneefit, so
I can go out to the Freaknik,
Shit, I'm the lyrical genius,
Drop down on
your knees to the penis,
The nigga be talkin' the shit about my family, but
I never did seen it
I'm larger than large, if you came home with two heroin
charges,
And I still got somethin' stashed in the garages,
Y'all is
petty, it's gone take two to fill my stamina,
When I pass the camera, flash,
fuck the amateurs,
Ya better be top notch, or I'ma cock my rhyme glock,
To
wound ya, and paint your death with my autograph on your
tumor,

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Third Verse:

I'm straight from the ghetto,
the Mac they make the foes shake,
Then I left that spot and I went to the T,
where the triflin' hoes play,
They comin' to me and, they blowin' that funky
fire,
I'm grabbin' a beer and, them blunts be gettin' me higher,
Due to
my clique I walked to the front door,
Hope it ain't them po-po's,
I
looked through the blinds, it went through my mind,
"What I have to run
for?",
Nobody would want to test me,
Especially comin' to arrest
me,
Old body and soul, it's a must I leave you cold,
Keep it chilly
chilly, when I'm jigglin' jigglin' money,
Some niggas say okay, but you can
say no way,
I'm drinkin' for honey,
If I wouldn't be kickin' these rhymes
so funky,
You and your crew would never have bought my shit like
junkies,
A part of a "ki" is all that I need,
To get on my feet, up outta
the weed,
The capital "C", I do it for weed, and even a "G" for slangin' them
kis,
I'm puttin' in it your face, Juvenile lookin' for a bitch now,
Don't
have no time for no foreplay, I'm simply gonna lay this dick down
Niggas be
comin' with dope lines,
Gimme the chance I'ma flow mine,
I'm tearin' this
bitch up in no time,
No fuckin' ya up cuz you know I'm,
Funky like a club
that's filled up with fat men fartin',
And never a bad thought in my mind,
cuz I'm steadily plottin'

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