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FoodFourThought - Oil Money (feat. Brown Hornet & Wordsmith) Lyrics




Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(What up Dan)
AB, what you say?
(FFT, RFO, yeah)
Slide on his block and i might leave a mess
White plug he look like Johnny Test
Glock .45 leave a hole in his neck
If he keep talking shit leave a hole in his chest
Hole in his chest the vest didn't work
Mac 90 put a goofy in dirt
Hoodie on him like I'm ridin wit Twork
Choppa sing just like Gerald Levert
Like Gerald Levert light up the place
Bullets spraying out the AK like mase
7.62s clean him up like a rake
10s flying better keep up the pace
Keep up the pace like I'm doing a sprint
Slide in all black and the windows stay tint
F*ck on his bitch, now she walk with a limp
Mask and a Glock we gon send him to Pimp
Call up AB he gon serve you a biscuit
9 to his spine now he sleep with the fishes
F*cking wit Wordsmith I wouldn't even risk it
Oil money dirty guap Russell Gibson
Run down and pop a nigga in his shit
Got a double drum it fit on the glick
Call me Ovechkin I slide wit a stick
Fire coming out the pen like a bic

I feel like Blueface with a mop
No Franklin but I keep a chop
Spin a bin, pull up & hop
Call Nix when I see an opp
I keep a hammer like my name Bobby
White plug bald head like Shotty
Battle rapping, lil niggas get bodied
Bitch bad, she got that Dasani
Mr. Wesson when Im up in the kitchen, Do the dash O.J.- Simpson

Slide in his shawd and I leave her ass limping
Let jigga bang I ain't talking big pimpin
Hornet and Dan we gon hit a lick
Keep me 2 dogs ain't talking Mike Vick
Oil money so the benjis talk slick
Aint bout that money leave us out the mix
2 things closed caskets and cases
Grants and Lincolns we taking all faces
Keep all my plugs on a name to name basis
Snatched up his girl she feeling flirtatious
Oil money, you know that I'm stacking
Grants, Benjis, and a whole lotta Jacksons
Pockets full, ya boy never lacking
Going broke, that shit doesn't happen (Ah!)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah!
Bitch I keep a uh, riding with the uh, yeah!
RFO (FFT), (FFT) RFO
You already know man, this that Oil Money
(Yes sir)
Free Xan in the Can
Ay, free Flock, you already man, yeah we do this for y'all man, let's get it man
Shout my bro Nix, my bro Suave all that man, let's get it man
Shout out Dinero, Big Malc, everybody in RFO, FFT, one love this for y'all
Ya dig
Peace
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(What up Dan)
AB, what you say?
(FFT, RFO, yeah)
Slide on his block and i might leave a mess
White plug he look like Johnny Test
Glock .45 leave a hole in his neck
If he keep talking shit leave a hole in his chest
Hole in his chest the vest didn't work
Mac 90 put a goofy in dirt
Hoodie on him like I'm ridin wit Twork
Choppa sing just like Gerald Levert
Like Gerald Levert light up the place
Bullets spraying out the AK like mase
7.62s clean him up like a rake
10s flying better keep up the pace
Keep up the pace like I'm doing a sprint
Slide in all black and the windows stay tint
F*ck on his bitch, now she walk with a limp
Mask and a Glock we gon send him to Pimp
Call up AB he gon serve you a biscuit
9 to his spine now he sleep with the fishes
F*cking wit Wordsmith I wouldn't even risk it
Oil money dirty guap Russell Gibson
Run down and pop a nigga in his shit
Got a double drum it fit on the glick
Call me Ovechkin I slide wit a stick
Fire coming out the pen like a bic

I feel like Blueface with a mop
No Franklin but I keep a chop
Spin a bin, pull up & hop
Call Nix when I see an opp
I keep a hammer like my name Bobby
White plug bald head like Shotty
Battle rapping, lil niggas get bodied
Bitch bad, she got that Dasani
Mr. Wesson when Im up in the kitchen, Do the dash O.J.- Simpson

Slide in his shawd and I leave her ass limping
Let jigga bang I ain't talking big pimpin
Hornet and Dan we gon hit a lick
Keep me 2 dogs ain't talking Mike Vick
Oil money so the benjis talk slick
Aint bout that money leave us out the mix
2 things closed caskets and cases
Grants and Lincolns we taking all faces
Keep all my plugs on a name to name basis
Snatched up his girl she feeling flirtatious
Oil money, you know that I'm stacking
Grants, Benjis, and a whole lotta Jacksons
Pockets full, ya boy never lacking
Going broke, that shit doesn't happen (Ah!)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah!
Bitch I keep a uh, riding with the uh, yeah!
RFO (FFT), (FFT) RFO
You already know man, this that Oil Money
(Yes sir)
Free Xan in the Can
Ay, free Flock, you already man, yeah we do this for y'all man, let's get it man
Shout my bro Nix, my bro Suave all that man, let's get it man
Shout out Dinero, Big Malc, everybody in RFO, FFT, one love this for y'all
Ya dig
Peace
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Writer: Aaron Brown, Daniel Kolawole
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