Souls Of Mischief - Get The Girl, Grab The Money And Run lyrics

Tajai: It goes one, two, three. That's the count of the immaster mount that's got scrilla. We got the k**a taj and willa young lady looking sensuous. To solcialize. I sense she is down so she lie Back with me Cuz it's a natural thing, so act quickly Cuz it's like that we gunna be... Opio: ...out the dope stack And my pockets relax Calm. Collecting my scratch . And the girlies attracked. I snatched Women, make them collapse on their back side. That's right. When i'm finished, vanish into the night. Like the caped crusader don't say "hi" to the trick. Can't appreciate them, cuz they just be riding the dick. A-plus: See, we too fly to be weak. Telling hoes to step aside. Be like "i ain't the one," But get them sprung When i'm erectified. I betcha tried to get my dope, but nope. Always cautious with my cash, cuz my dad told me so. My rhyme will blow your foe away. I know the way To freak it, so hoes know the "a". Phesto: Today's just another day for me to get paid. Invade the stage, And retreat for the shade. Find me a top bread freak to get laid. Back when i'm masquerade. I get basquerade (???) Direct from My spectrum To select from. Sex them, Neglect them, Then i'm on the the next one. [chorus:] "yeah. grab the money and run. You gotta, get the girl, grab the money, and run. You gotta, get the girl, grab the money, and run. You gotta, get the girl, grab the money." A-plus: We dissin' rappers cuz i think i need to. We chillin' drinking 80 proof liters. Makin' skeezers say "ooh ahh." Let them know who crew robbed. Don't wanna shoo ya'll, Just wanna be makin' my loot. Life is best to trife Strife Is something inside, i guess. I confess my sh** is fresh. Tajai: We provide hits to care your stress, Which coincide with making "g's", so yes, You can say we've been blessed. To all the woman who are attractive, Come and holler at your folks if your testa are nonreactive. Big phes, aman, come on and take it. Never leaving in a cashing stae if mount lay. Phesto: Before i gravitate I'll wait And see if emcees elaborate On something they might have to say. But they disaray. I watch them cascade to their last day And cast away When they ask to say, A rash display, Under the gun, Get the girl, grab the money, and run. Opio: When i touch the microphone it gets flamin' hot. n***as jumpin out the woodworks to claim our spot. I got the game locked down, Bound, And gagged. These other n***as are magnified the sound of a drag In an abominal effect. Make women weak in the knees and jet. [chorus]