Ski Beatz - Dead Presidents lyrics

[Intro] Let me try this Uh, Yeah Money coming soon I'm out for Presidents to represent me Omen what up n***a? Yea n***aaaa, yea, uh [Verse 1] Gimmie my money, man, why else would a n***a be grinding? (right) Out for them diamonds, dog, how else could a n***a be shining?(true) I'm glowing, knowing that the flow intact Get this record deal, I swear to God, my first 'mil I'm blowing that! (haha) Like f** it I know I'll grow it back, sh**, it's nothing Funny how blacks spend dough on mad sh** for stuntin,'(yea) But sh**, that's all we know man, thats how a n***as raised (true) You learn bout two things: getting p**y, getting paid. (uh) And you should be gettin' laid by the time you in ninth grade So n***as lying on they dick and hoes giving nice brain, yea In cla** dreamin' bout having these nice things, (uh) And then you look around and wonder why you strugglin' But them whites ain't. (hmmm) I brush it off like, "f** it, it's motivation,"(yea) Some n***as gotta walk through life, some n***as roller skating,) Some n***as bypa**ing steps, some n***as chose to take 'em. (yea) And for that fortune, man, some n***as sold their soul to Satan But f** it man, I ain't hatin,' I gotta go for mines My little God-sister pregnant now, I put in overtime On my grind, yea, just like the n***a making Folgers I'm focused, on my bite, like a cobra, I'm tryna get my Oprah on These hoes is crying cuz I won't pay 'em attention, (nah) Time is money, b**h, and a n***a payin tuition, (ahaha) Real n***as hustle by using their intuition, (yup) While these fake n***as ain't into doing, they into wishin,' Yeah Uh I'm out for Presidents to represent me I'm talking Benjamins, n***a Grants n***a From Washingtons, man Tired of those Yeah! [Verse 2] Till I'm rich, ain't no reason to settle n***a Its greed that make a n***a wink at the devil to get that cheese You n***as couldn't think at my level, even with trees You couldn't get this deep with a shovel, now n***a, please I'm chasing G's tryna throw some diamonds on them freeze Sick sh**, sneeze on some thousand-dollar sleeves Ease to the top and I'm not finna leave till I'm hot But my watch gotta breeze, a south n***a Boy, I'm shining without the diamonds in my mouth Out grindin' while you reclining on your couch I'm climbing, you haters blinded by the doubt My n***as riding is devout, so talking violence out yo' mouth And you gonna find what I'm about, n***a! Far from a slouch, n***a, I ain't gonna parlé with y'all I'll probably hit ya, my hand game like Bobby Fisher But check, them checks is all a n***a thinking For them Presidents, I'll treat a n***a like Lincoln