Ben Pramuk - Dedicated lyrics

[Asaad] (dedicated to the money) LETS GO, MY ni**a LETS GET IT IMA CASH OUT, ITS MINE, IMA SPEND IT (dedicated to the money) THATS WORD TO MY MOTHER IF YOU PLAYING WITH MY MONEY PUT YOU 6 FEET UNDER (dedicated to the money) MY PHONE JUMPING, YEAH THE MONEY CALLING IF IT AINT ABOUT THE MONEY, I DONT WANT IT (dedicated to the money) JUST TRYNA GET MY BREAD A LIL LONGER CAUSE ALL THIS BULLsh*t JUST MAKE ME STRONGER (dedicated to the money) [Grande Marshall] Lord why they hating on me I thought the name of the game was to get this money Say keep it real, well ain't this what you wanted See we could all do numbers but you n***as phony Yeah I hear the talking homie Look at who winning with me, why would you wanna oppose me Far as gangstas you just drinking 40's My tires squealing and the wheel smoky Mouths running but it's always traffic I see you shining you don't see me lamping Block beater doing damage My money antics got em frantic Got your baby getting pampered Pedicures for dirty dancers All the laundry getting hampered Stay wrapped in plastic 'hind the plaster These n***as don't have no standards Make a grip, you lose a handle Stacking, I became a master Run it on them rollers, heard you skating on her heels New grill Babyface, how you feel, I got that whip appeal Stay on my job I work them shifts in pull off in that Eddie Griffin Put forces on Detroit Pistons Glory to the true and living We play the block and run the zone, my n***as balling out the gym Keep the NBA street, beat balling up my Timbs I'm driving reckless, sitting proper Dress like I got stock options Money trains, planes, and copters Start my clocking who gon' stop us [Asaad] (dedicated to the money) LETS GO, MY ni**a LETS GET IT IMA CASH OUT, ITS MINE, IMA SPEND IT (dedicated to the money) THATS WORD TO MY MOTHER IF YOU PLAYING WITH MY MONEY PUT YOU 6 FEET UNDER (dedicated to the money) MY PHONE JUMPING, YEAH THE MONEY CALLING IF IT AINT ABOUT THE MONEY, I DONT WANT IT (dedicated to the money) JUST TRYNA GET MY BREAD A LIL LONGER CAUSE ALL THIS BULLsh*t JUST MAKE ME STRONGER (dedicated to the money) [Grande Marshall] Y'all already know what I'm bout homie Get down or lay down homie Pay up pay now homie Give the head, get crowned shorty Y'all n***as don't ride like I do Hoods I lamp in, y'all fly thru Jawns on the low high like I do Strong arm a ho if she fine too Live the life of Riley, Pat run the team Money come dirty, hands leave clean Work with me I'll be your tutor Speakers knock you back to the future 84 dreams, matte black color nightmares Smoking ghetty green, dropping ashes on my Nike Airs n***as wish they could rap like me, wish I would rap like them You got work? who hired ya? Couldn't get a piss out the fireman You a f** n***a if I say so Kid around with the play dough f** a thick broad with her brows arched Throw a 8 in the juice make applesauce Born to ball never did court Where's I'm from it's shoot to the score Nothing like a chick that can rap Sigel Wrap diesel, root for the Eagles Keep em all on pins and needles Speak, see, hear no evil Pimp sh** to the Cathedral My weapon of choice is always lethal That money [Asaad] (dedicated to the money) LETS GO, MY ni**a LETS GET IT IMA CASH OUT, ITS MINE, IMA SPEND IT (dedicated to the money) THATS WORD TO MY MOTHER IF YOU PLAYING WITH MY MONEY PUT YOU 6 FEET UNDER (dedicated to the money) MY PHONE JUMPING, YEAH THE MONEY CALLING IF IT AINT ABOUT THE MONEY, I DONT WANT IT (dedicated to the money) JUST TRYNA GET MY BREAD A LIL LONGER CAUSE ALL THIS BULLsh*t JUST MAKE ME STRONGER (dedicated to the money)