Money Flow Do or Die (Ft. Twista)
"Money Flow" by Do or Die featuring Twista, released in 1998, is a hip-hop track that explores themes of ambition, wealth, and the hustle for success. The lyrics emphasize the drive to achieve financial gain and the challenges that come with it. Unique elements include rapid-fire verses and a smooth, melodic hook. The song reflects the late '90s Chicago rap scene, influencing future artists with its blend of storytelling and rhythm. #HipHop
(N.A.R.D.S., talking)
Now for some typical reason, I'm rollin' up on some ho's
And pattin' my back seat, haha, my pimp lyrical tactics
Just like a dirty kid flippin' on a matress
Now flex this...
(Verse 1, Twista)
Now I just be
On the front porch, with the torch, ready to scorch
Two women peepin me, cuz frequently I'm gone
In the zone, they havin' thoughts of freakin' me
Keepin' me company, bumpin' me for the frequency I'm on
They can see I'm a cool muh-fucka, kickin' it petty
Down with the Kango on my razor fade
Peanut butter complexion, two silly processions
Two Phillie's, a fifty sack of some reefers, and a razor blade
Like a game of Spades, cut the bullshit
These days was made, for me devise strictly games that paid
Women freakin me, greedy, lickin me, doin body graffiti
Throwin they panties up on the stage, are you up on the age?
The players in the Chi, Twista and Do Or Die
You not gon' relate if you vibin' on the shit I'm thinkin' up
The style of flow is a vocal calico
To show you with the mic I be speakin' of, afterwards we can uhh...
Go to my crib, no need to bring a mask and Glock
Try not to pass the block, gettin' more high than a astronaut
Sippin' After Shock
I ball cuz of C-Wall and Rap-a-Lot
Let's keep partyin' to crash the spot
Plenty Henny for my crew, and I ain't even broke up half a knot
Keep on holdin' me, while I roll a B, we can "Smoke and Ride"
And you can play with me to keep the passion hot
Don't you know how the money flow?
Now for some typical reason, I'm rollin' up on some ho's
And pattin' my back seat, haha, my pimp lyrical tactics
Just like a dirty kid flippin' on a matress
Now flex this...
(Verse 1, Twista)
Now I just be
On the front porch, with the torch, ready to scorch
Two women peepin me, cuz frequently I'm gone
In the zone, they havin' thoughts of freakin' me
Keepin' me company, bumpin' me for the frequency I'm on
They can see I'm a cool muh-fucka, kickin' it petty
Down with the Kango on my razor fade
Peanut butter complexion, two silly processions
Two Phillie's, a fifty sack of some reefers, and a razor blade
Like a game of Spades, cut the bullshit
These days was made, for me devise strictly games that paid
Women freakin me, greedy, lickin me, doin body graffiti
Throwin they panties up on the stage, are you up on the age?
The players in the Chi, Twista and Do Or Die
You not gon' relate if you vibin' on the shit I'm thinkin' up
The style of flow is a vocal calico
To show you with the mic I be speakin' of, afterwards we can uhh...
Go to my crib, no need to bring a mask and Glock
Try not to pass the block, gettin' more high than a astronaut
Sippin' After Shock
I ball cuz of C-Wall and Rap-a-Lot
Let's keep partyin' to crash the spot
Plenty Henny for my crew, and I ain't even broke up half a knot
Keep on holdin' me, while I roll a B, we can "Smoke and Ride"
And you can play with me to keep the passion hot
Don't you know how the money flow?
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