Hussein Fatal - Musick & Money lyrics

[Verse 1:] Music and money you mother f**ers know the time I'm losing you dummies because i'm always on the grind I'm usually bummy because I hide behind the facts The realest you know I never hide behind the strap I really be real, don't give a f** bout how you feel n***a is stupid talk dumb I throw up in you grill I love when i'm smoking i'm paranoid And the b**h I k** when provoken You and your boy is a snitch I talk like I'm lord But you can find me doing 90 on ma way down 280 With a hundred police behind me i'm Tommy [?] n***a I throw up in yo mouth and send your a** on vacation And then I go up in your house And I don't get ma weed from 20th And I don't smoke dirty with dirty n***as I don't be getting money with And we go smoke an ounce to this B's up freeze up lil n***a now bounce to this Waddup dawg holla at your boy still thuggin In the belly of the beast at the bottom From the east to the west side worldwide internationally known You know what it is thug love with a cop of commission Protect your name Roll it, just hit the ramp on the interstate Hold it, a bunch of game I can inequate Now hammer down wall pound in this [?] No games when I come around i'm about the cake I f** with triple OGs call it heads of state Drug smugglers and hustlers they carry weight Ma n***as ranching their mansion they [?] Me i'm bout expansion the baller plate Put the [?] in the air just to concentrate I be the player of the year the one you nominate I beat the n***as at your peer cause I dominate Or preach a call n***a [?] And i'm standing at your door with a nine and a tech Be a motor outlawed the one you gotta respect So ask white swans [?] I been throwing big trees since you n***as was chillies [Chorus:] Music and money is all I need they apart of ma family And if you f** with ma family tree I guarantee that you be IP [Repeat] [Verse 2:] You ain't no friend to me we might as well be enemies This outlaw sh** is menacing and thug life is the remedy Real keep it real yeah you better be And if you f**ing with ma money or ma family then you dead to me Without music i'd lose it'd be a k**ing spree I'd literally be in the streets f**ing k**ing everything When it comes to money these dummies is looking bummy She [?] they ain't go get nothing from me And everybody wants something but nothing free So unless they talking money tell these b**hes don't talk to me It's the way it's gotta be i've had ma share of poverty So I gotta do it properly there ain't nobody stopping me So who better than goon music who won't do sh** Chose your battles wise or you'll lose it And when in time family evolve the problem be solved We take it to the streets yeah take it to the asphalt [Chorus] [Instrumental plays]