Live By Bun B & Le$
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[Intro: Le$]
Yeah, L-e-dollar, mofucker
Get your money, feed your family and just stay out the way, yeah
Nigga, stay out the way (Stay out the way)
Just get your money, feed your family and just stay out the way, yeah
(Stay out the way)
SteakxShrimp
Check, uh, look
[Verse 1: Le$]
Early in the mornin’, on my first prayer
Gotta stay ahead, know the evils never play fair
Drove it way too far to put in park and sit and wait there
I could’ve got more points, was always open, but they ain’t share
Niggas just be talkin’, want attention ‘cause they bitch-made
Not one stream of revenue, I’m gettin’ to it six ways
Last thing that my nigga told mе was I better get paid
Lost him to thе grave, like fuck this game, a nigga bein’ played
Cone full of Biscotti and some wine in my glass
Bitch, you need to find a hobby instead of watchin’ my cash
Beamer feel like a Bugatti, digital on my dash
Smokin’ on some Abu Dhabi that I got in the stash
Gonna eat until my plate clean
Too much left to do to ever daydream
Never with the actin’, know I hate scenes
Niggas late on drank and fill they bodies with that fake lean
Stayin’ out the way, I’m on my RZA, gotta make C.R.E.A.M (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, L-e-dollar, mofucker
Get your money, feed your family and just stay out the way, yeah
Nigga, stay out the way (Stay out the way)
Just get your money, feed your family and just stay out the way, yeah
(Stay out the way)
SteakxShrimp
Check, uh, look
[Verse 1: Le$]
Early in the mornin’, on my first prayer
Gotta stay ahead, know the evils never play fair
Drove it way too far to put in park and sit and wait there
I could’ve got more points, was always open, but they ain’t share
Niggas just be talkin’, want attention ‘cause they bitch-made
Not one stream of revenue, I’m gettin’ to it six ways
Last thing that my nigga told mе was I better get paid
Lost him to thе grave, like fuck this game, a nigga bein’ played
Cone full of Biscotti and some wine in my glass
Bitch, you need to find a hobby instead of watchin’ my cash
Beamer feel like a Bugatti, digital on my dash
Smokin’ on some Abu Dhabi that I got in the stash
Gonna eat until my plate clean
Too much left to do to ever daydream
Never with the actin’, know I hate scenes
Niggas late on drank and fill they bodies with that fake lean
Stayin’ out the way, I’m on my RZA, gotta make C.R.E.A.M (Yeah, yeah)
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