Big Face Luciano - Twenty Five Eight lyrics

[Intro] Xavier White Give me a god damn hour lord yeah!!! [Hook: Xavier White] God damn, One time for the big homie One time for the big homie One time for the boss n***a always on his grind Screaming money ain't thang Gotta let a n***a know Need a f**ing extra hour Cuz a n***a Tryina blow like Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight, Yeah!!!! One time for the boss n***a always on his grind screaming like... Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight Yeah... Give me a god damn hour lord yeah! Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight, baby!!! Big Face, Luciano... Yeah... Give me a god damn hour lord yeah!!! [Verse 1: Big Face Luciano] Money on my mind Dreaming what the creme about! On my grind like 9 to 5 Homie I ain't clocking out Buzz getting bigger tho Watch me grow bean sprout Got these lames, out my lane Started me a G route On the road to riches Jumpin Ditches, it's a mean drought Flip digits acrobatic, boss route, I can feel it in the clouds, Looch getting closer now Pow, bust it down Bow down, here's the king Bada Bing! Listen to the speakers jump Watch my speakers thump So heavy in the streets All you rappers weak as f** Blow past ya schmucks My b**h badder, Pockets Phatter!!! Big Face, it's in us we trust, uggh!!! You know the motto, Snap my fingers swallow Wind blow like Chicago Money I won the lotto King tut just like the Pharoah Today is now tomorrow Twenty five eight, Yes, it is the motto!!! [Hook 2: Xavier White] God damn, One time for the big homie One time for the big homie One time for the boss n***a always on his grind screaming like Money ain't thang Gotta let a n***a know Need a f**ing extra hour Cuz a n***a Tryina blow like... Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight, Yeah... One time for the boss n***a always on his grind screaming like Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight, Yeah, give me a god damn hour lord, yeah... [Verse 2: Big Face Luciano] Manifest my destiny Call me Mr. Kennedy Certainly my melody Got you saying grace to me Sippin on the herbal tea Looking at the thrown's vacancy All I see is Ecstasy, while I'm counting all this, currency! Pleasantly my specialty! Guarantee my emba**y in Tennessee or Germany! The weaponry the enemy, the recipe the enemy Suffer this pain, yes, through this penalty! The picture vivid The picture livid The vision gifted Feel the vision know the mission is chasing chicken! Road to riches Jumpin ditches, flippin digits We fourth and inches, Building bridges to go the distance! In an instant, competition need a**istance Belichick strategic! Hip hop game anemic, my sound the sound of Jesus Too profound the Pope don't believe this! [Bridge: Xavier White] I be grinding all day I be hustling all night From sun set, to sun rise! Motivation is the money Competition is on my mind All the time... It's all mine Now tell me why do you Deserve it, deserve it more than me... Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight, [Hook 3: Xavier White] God damn, One time for the big homie One time for the big homie One time for the boss n***a always on his grind screaming like Money ain't thang Gotta let a n***a know Need a f**ing extra hour Cuz a n***a tryina blow like Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight, Yeah... One time for the boss n***a always on his grind screaming like.... Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight, Yeah... Give me a god damn hour lord... Yeah!!! Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight, Twenty five eight, baby... Yeah... Give me a god damn hour lord, yeah... Yeah, yeah, yea, yea...