Friday, 28 September 2012

Baks150 - Make Money Lyrics (Twenty Two Mixtape)


Your girl getting my D like grades
Everybody saying I got flow coz I blow like grenades
I roll with seven niggaz, you can call it sevens
My girl stays fly like heavenly bodies
Am doing it big like Papa Shirandula
These niggaz be tripping so I take am out to a camp like Mulla
I get money and blow it all, Like a Giraffe I stand out
My name these girls be calling out, Every time they want us to hang out
When I step on the scene they be screaming, I got my niggaz counting
I tell them this is just the beginning, when we start earning
Like Dj Burn I make them burn Like Samuel Rudisha I run this game
Things will never be the same again, since I got this rap fame
I chill like Churchill, I ring bells like Abel
My Ex looked like Avril, Am getting millions but I aint Meek Mill
These niggaz be tripping on me so I call them Tripper
You try to mock me I step on your ass like a stapler
Bang that chiq like a door, Me and my bloods be getting doe
In my hood we go hard but I aint from Ngumo
Am rocking that Louis Vuitton, Your girlfriends calling my phone
Like Zack they want to bring me back home, so I tell them bitches to skate on
I tell them it’s getting real, They ask me how do I know, I reply it’s getting real
Coz my niggaz be getting paid, coz my niggaz be getting laid, coz my niggaz be rocking that Louis Vuitton every day, coz my manager pays me per week every Friday, coz I hit the studio every Saturday,
My Ex all up on my shit like fucking tissue
I rock it like Moroco, Money Gang be the Logo
I bounce back like Pogo, I fetch for the bone like Bingo
And am dope like white snow, if you sleep on me make sure you don’t snore
Coz I will take you out like Ramboo, You want beef I deep fry you with no kimbo
Am getting that money you people are talking about
Like Gorge bush the bush is where you are still beating about
If she can sing like Amani I will defiantly take her out
Buy her shots like a primary student or buy her shots like a motherfucking shot gun
And we can have a ball, Like Van Persie
Am on fire like an iron box, yani pasi haaaa....... (to be continued)

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