DG III - Good Money (feat. Mir Money & Aloysius) Lyrics

Waited so long, I'll shit on niggas
Stay hydrated I'll spit on niggas
Kill the whole game, put a hit on niggas
Banana ice cold, I'll split y'all niggas
Casket sharp, y'all get fitted
You talk big but where yo killas
I ain't gotta talk cuz we all with it
I was on the way to hell and I can bring y'all with us
I'm like crack in the 80's nigga
Plus my flow Euphrates nigga
I leave them chasing the euphoria
Real facts whenever you bring my story up
Hands up see this ain't no party
Family gotta eat, i can't spare nobody
Hold me to the light see I'm as real as they come
I'm good money bitch ain't no copy

Hold up let me talk my shit
Hold hold up let me let me let me
Hold up let me talk my shit
Treat the booth like a toilet nigga
Yeah
Hold up let me talk my shit
Hold hold
Hold up let me let me let me let me
Hold up let me talk my shit
Hold up can't tell me shit nigga
Yeah

Learn something, better watch what you say
This could be your day
DOA
We don't play
I got clippers if you looking for a fade
Spot light on the scope and you on stage
Had bars since they let me out the cage
Went to war came back with a graze
Got dealt a hand without spades
Bosses remain unfazed
Just started winning man this shit ain't shit to me
Better look at my history
Accomplished everything that they said I couldn't
And I'm just heating up I ain't even cooking
Play ya cards, it ain't hard to tell
I'm authentic, y'all fairy tales
Bitch had the nerve to ask why I'm cocky
I'm Good Money bitch ain't no copy
Yeah

Hold up let me talk my shit
Hold hold up let me let me let me
Hold up let me talk my shit
Treat the booth like a toilet nigga
Yeah
Hold up let me talk my shit
Hold hold
Hold up let me let me let me let me
Hold up let me talk my shit
Hold up can't tell me shit nigga
Yeah

I am that I am
God body
Ab-Original mother f*cka
One to One, Diamond in the rough
Clarity
A little rough around the edges
We men, check yo emotions at the door
You fagots lost touch
We bossed up
We Good Money bitch ain't no copy
The federal reserves themselves couldn't print this shit
We don't stress out
We poke our chests out
Noses in the air like we fresh out
Only time our head down is when we watching our step
You can't tell us shit
War ready
No weapon formed shall prosper unless it's mine mother f*cka

I'm here to take over the game
What can i say man this shit just run in the veins
And if a bitch have the nerve to ask why I'm cocky
I'm Good Money bitch ain't no copy
Yeah

Hold up let me talk my shit
Hold hold up let me let me let me
Hold up let me talk my shit
Treat the booth like a toilet nigga
Yeah
Hold up let me talk my shit
Hold hold
Hold up let me let me let me let me
Hold up let me talk my shit
Hold up can't tell me shit nigga
Yeah

We don't be on that, but we'll get on that
High self esteem is a lifestyle
Know Thyself
Ya heard me