Tyson el Dominicano - 205 To The 305 (feat. Jchill, Ubylis Da Plug & Young Savo) Lyrics

Everybody wanna be the Man
But everybody ain't got a Plan
Everybody wanna Hate
Then they turn into a Fan
All the bitches want the Money
And She gon do just what She Can
I just get the Bag & Run it up
Then the Kid became the Man
I'm Rolling up Gas on the Balcony
Gold all around me that's Alchemy
I'm Dripping Water so Casually
I turned a Dream to Reality
I'm chasing paper that's Strategy
Run up on me that's a Casualty
If you a Rat you a Mouse to me
Who gon let these Demons outta me?
205, to the 305, I Pull up & Peep the Vibe
Connect with the Plug & went straight to the Yo
We turn the shit to a Homicide
Let me put it to you really Simple
Real Recognize Real thats G Code
And if it ain't about the Money that Sinful
But if it ain't about the mMoney, whatchu Came for?
Everybody wanna be the Man
But everybody ain't got a Plan
Everybody wanna Hate
Then they turn into a Fan
All the bitches want the Money
And She gon do just what She Can
I just get the Bag & Run it up
Then the Kid became the Man
I'm Rolling up Gas on the Balcony
Gold all around me that's Alchemy
I'm Dripping Water so Casually
I turned a Dream to Reality
I'm Chasing Paper that's Strategy
Run up on me that's a Casualty
If you a Rat you a Mouse to me
Who gon let these Demons outta me?
Not Enough Indians too many Chiefs
Me ama Chief Roll it in a Leaf
9 on my Waist Looking like some Briefs
On some Animal shit i Want All the Beef
Mather Luther i had many Dreams
Of Money Flowing Looking like a Stream
I am Balling nigga but thats 4 the Team
Whipping Rocks but thats for the Fiends
205 to the 305
Where 5.0 Wants you 2 Die
Keep a 4.4 cause am Down 2 Ride
Bitch am Bad 4 You like Fluoride
I go 2 your Crib thats a Homicide
You a Roach I'll You like a Pesticide
If i Catch a nigga Lacking Outside
Ama cut a nigga like he Exercise
Boom who the f*ck Wants it with Me
Me am the Man i dont Need no I.D
This shit on my Veins like if its an I.V
Trying to be the Goat like Muhammad Ali
But the bitches calling me T.E.D
Am Old School like some CDs
Am about the Beef like its Chili's
But I'll Smoke a nigga like some CBD
Everybody wanna be the Man
But everybody ain't got a Plan
Everybody wanna Hate
Then they turn into a Fan
All the bitches want the Money
And She gon do just what She Can
I just get the Bag & Run it up
Then the Kid became the Man
I'm Rolling up Gas on the Balcony
Gold all around me that's Alchemy
I'm Dripping Water so Casually
I turned a Dream to Reality
I'm Chasing Paper that's Strategy
Run up on me that's a Casualty
If you a Rat you a Mouse to me
Who gon let these Demons outta me?
We Jugg on this Side
Don't Slip but I Slide
Finesse the Supply
Pull up with the Tooly
And Ready Fye
Kiss your Wife Goodbye
Love bitches that Lie
F*ck bitches that Dyke
Like diamond Baguette
Lil shawty Drip Wet
All for a Check
Just for da Connect
She in love with the Plug
Designer Drugs
Never Enough that's just because
I got the Load
Never See Less
You only See More
No Need to Stress
Oh that's your Hoe
I ain't Impressed
Bet She Drop it Low
And f*ck Me the Best yes
Lost Soul with a Good Heart
Out of 205 not the Good Part
Took a while now I'm at a Good Start
No Strings Attached with a Push Start
Got a Bad bitch do Bad shit
But I know She really got a Good Heart
Good Habits it's Tragic
She Fell in Love with this Hood Star
Ima Own up to my Own shit
I'll be Here when shit gets Dark
Keep Calm tho can't Spazz out
Cause I Keep Driving this Fast Car
Going All Gas yeah No Breaks
Lil Mama Bad yeah Snowflake
Angel in Disguise my Soul Take
Impossible to say No Way
Everybody Died Human Cycle
Married to the Money my Wife Bro
Got a Down Chick on my Side Bro
And She Gon Blow if I Blow