
That’s What I’m Talking About WC
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[WC: That's What I'm Talking About]
[Intro]
They call me Dub Cuda was the last name
Money in my lap doing a buck in the fast lane
The passion of a hustler I got it
And if it ain't about the money I don't wanna talk about it
The passion of a hustler I got it
And if it ain't about the money I don't wanna talk about it
[Hook]
Now lemme see your fingers in the sky
And if you like money keep em' up high
Stand up put your hands up show me what you all about
Real shit nigga, yeah that's what I'm talking about
[Verse 1]
Gettin' it in and outha the concrete boots
In a coupe a hundred ten blowing like a flute
Fresh off of lock down straight out the chute
Nigga down for whatever still about the loot
The property of poverty the looters of youth
Now it's denim on they leather while removing the roof
The hog on the hog with the D's on the Deuce
And you can blame it on the alcohol the weed and the juice look
Lower my weaponry, starter cap to the left of me
You know when I rep a "C" Dub S to the death of me
Motherfuckers wasn't respecting me
But I'm all up in your chest with heat
Giving you sideline bitter niggas vasectomies
Till I rest in peace, hustle aggressively
Your nigga's a bitch, baby you need to sit next to me
Dub Cuda the bandana dangler
O.T. countin' dirty money with the hanky up
[Intro]
They call me Dub Cuda was the last name
Money in my lap doing a buck in the fast lane
The passion of a hustler I got it
And if it ain't about the money I don't wanna talk about it
The passion of a hustler I got it
And if it ain't about the money I don't wanna talk about it
[Hook]
Now lemme see your fingers in the sky
And if you like money keep em' up high
Stand up put your hands up show me what you all about
Real shit nigga, yeah that's what I'm talking about
[Verse 1]
Gettin' it in and outha the concrete boots
In a coupe a hundred ten blowing like a flute
Fresh off of lock down straight out the chute
Nigga down for whatever still about the loot
The property of poverty the looters of youth
Now it's denim on they leather while removing the roof
The hog on the hog with the D's on the Deuce
And you can blame it on the alcohol the weed and the juice look
Lower my weaponry, starter cap to the left of me
You know when I rep a "C" Dub S to the death of me
Motherfuckers wasn't respecting me
But I'm all up in your chest with heat
Giving you sideline bitter niggas vasectomies
Till I rest in peace, hustle aggressively
Your nigga's a bitch, baby you need to sit next to me
Dub Cuda the bandana dangler
O.T. countin' dirty money with the hanky up
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