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Piston Video (MV)




Performed By: Mr.Money
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: Brandon Puckett




Mr.Money - Piston Lyrics
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Look
I heard your bitch wanna hit
I must just slide if you look like a lick
We do it for real we ain't takin no pics
These niggas just cap for likes
I got me a strap walkin' round like a dyke
Had the Glick for a minute, forgot how to fight
I told my brother that we need a run it up
Two bitches in the back they tryna suck it up
Niggas just don't know what we got coming up
I made a hunnid did that just to f*ck it up
Look
My lil nigga handle the beef if you trippin'
I'm ballin' more than a Bad Boy Piston
I'm rocking Loubs 1k for the Christians
Ride for my niggas cause they never left
Iced out diamond rings looking like Steph
Could be dead or in jail just pray cause I'm blessed
I got me two foreigns walking off of the jet
He ain't got money he ain't tryna bet
He f*cking with us then he going in debt
Money on a floor I still ain't count it
I shot my shot it was nothing but net
Now I'm back on they ass with this new shit
Rack for a strap, clip long as a pool stick
Heard that you stackin' make sure you don't lose it
Hammer on me it came out of the tool kit
Made a lotta bread off the internet
Touch a lotta bills like when the Clintons met
Imma big dog I know you just a lil pet
We going up with this shit ain't no limit yet
It's crazy I'm spittin' better than all of these rappers
Ghost from the past like I ball with the Raptors
I threw the cheese on her head like a Packer
Bitch I ain't Hollywood, how could u say that?
Niggas start cappin' cause they want some payback
Rather get money out here than be laid back
Spin this shit twice rewind that's a playback
Look at these numbers then look at yours
You rocking Lacoste and I'm rocking Dior
We smoking gelato get high then we soar
That bitch sucking us then she seeing the door
We walk with a strap 'cause we stuck in are ways
That nigga a killer but get the praise
Get lost in the green like we walkin' in maze
Potato on the barrel we making 'em Lays
All this shit facts I know when I spit that you gonna listen
I got some years in the future
I'm running up bread right now for all of my children
Feds on me for the shit that I did in the past
They tryna label me a villain
His bitch can't get to me cause I stay in the studio
She like boy why you be hidden
I heard your bitch wanna hit
I must just slide if you look like a lick
We do it for real we ain't takin no pics
These niggas just cap for likes
I got me a strap walkin' round like a dyke
Had the Glick for a minute, forgot how to fight
I heard your bitch wanna hit
I must just slide if you look like a lick
We do it for real we ain't takin no pics
These niggas just cap for likes
I got me a strap walkin' round like a dyke
Had the Glick for a minute, forgot how to fight
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English

Look
I heard your bitch wanna hit
I must just slide if you look like a lick
We do it for real we ain't takin no pics
These niggas just cap for likes
I got me a strap walkin' round like a dyke
Had the Glick for a minute, forgot how to fight
I told my brother that we need a run it up
Two bitches in the back they tryna suck it up
Niggas just don't know what we got coming up
I made a hunnid did that just to f*ck it up
Look
My lil nigga handle the beef if you trippin'
I'm ballin' more than a Bad Boy Piston
I'm rocking Loubs 1k for the Christians
Ride for my niggas cause they never left
Iced out diamond rings looking like Steph
Could be dead or in jail just pray cause I'm blessed
I got me two foreigns walking off of the jet
He ain't got money he ain't tryna bet
He f*cking with us then he going in debt
Money on a floor I still ain't count it
I shot my shot it was nothing but net
Now I'm back on they ass with this new shit
Rack for a strap, clip long as a pool stick
Heard that you stackin' make sure you don't lose it
Hammer on me it came out of the tool kit
Made a lotta bread off the internet
Touch a lotta bills like when the Clintons met
Imma big dog I know you just a lil pet
We going up with this shit ain't no limit yet
It's crazy I'm spittin' better than all of these rappers
Ghost from the past like I ball with the Raptors
I threw the cheese on her head like a Packer
Bitch I ain't Hollywood, how could u say that?
Niggas start cappin' cause they want some payback
Rather get money out here than be laid back
Spin this shit twice rewind that's a playback
Look at these numbers then look at yours
You rocking Lacoste and I'm rocking Dior
We smoking gelato get high then we soar
That bitch sucking us then she seeing the door
We walk with a strap 'cause we stuck in are ways
That nigga a killer but get the praise
Get lost in the green like we walkin' in maze
Potato on the barrel we making 'em Lays
All this shit facts I know when I spit that you gonna listen
I got some years in the future
I'm running up bread right now for all of my children
Feds on me for the shit that I did in the past
They tryna label me a villain
His bitch can't get to me cause I stay in the studio
She like boy why you be hidden
I heard your bitch wanna hit
I must just slide if you look like a lick
We do it for real we ain't takin no pics
These niggas just cap for likes
I got me a strap walkin' round like a dyke
Had the Glick for a minute, forgot how to fight
I heard your bitch wanna hit
I must just slide if you look like a lick
We do it for real we ain't takin no pics
These niggas just cap for likes
I got me a strap walkin' round like a dyke
Had the Glick for a minute, forgot how to fight
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Writer: Brandon Puckett
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