[Intro: Lil Scrappy]
My phone is tapped and so is my living room
We can't hide the money here, we need a bigger room
My phone is tapped and so is my living room
We can't hide the money here, we need a bigger room
[Hook x2: Lil Scrappy]
My phone is tapped and so is my living room
We can't hide the money here, we need a bigger room
Fuck the feds, let 'em be mad
I been the boss mothafucka, I'm suppose to brag, ayy
[Verse 1: Lil Scrappy]
When I was small I seen mama in the freezer
With a ice cream jug worth more than the visa
She used to hide the money in the ceiling
Having stacks on deck now that's a mighty good feelin'
Fuck the days, I'm gettin' paid by da hour
Been in the wood to long for da shit to go sour
When da fiends come, I'mma give 'em what they want
The definition of customize, now put that in yo' trunk
If I ain't got g's I'ma get it from the streets
Leavin' A.V.E's of tha Zone 3
On the corner with the G's, that's how it's gon' be
My whole family in hood, surrounders gotta eat
Gotta dope connect that drive me into tha bread
And my studio engineer dun cut tha tap from da Feds
My pockets is fat and my daughters is too
Just think of all the thousands of dollars we run through!
My phone is tapped and so is my living room
We can't hide the money here, we need a bigger room
My phone is tapped and so is my living room
We can't hide the money here, we need a bigger room
[Hook x2: Lil Scrappy]
My phone is tapped and so is my living room
We can't hide the money here, we need a bigger room
Fuck the feds, let 'em be mad
I been the boss mothafucka, I'm suppose to brag, ayy
[Verse 1: Lil Scrappy]
When I was small I seen mama in the freezer
With a ice cream jug worth more than the visa
She used to hide the money in the ceiling
Having stacks on deck now that's a mighty good feelin'
Fuck the days, I'm gettin' paid by da hour
Been in the wood to long for da shit to go sour
When da fiends come, I'mma give 'em what they want
The definition of customize, now put that in yo' trunk
If I ain't got g's I'ma get it from the streets
Leavin' A.V.E's of tha Zone 3
On the corner with the G's, that's how it's gon' be
My whole family in hood, surrounders gotta eat
Gotta dope connect that drive me into tha bread
And my studio engineer dun cut tha tap from da Feds
My pockets is fat and my daughters is too
Just think of all the thousands of dollars we run through!
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