Phil Ade - P.O.P. Music (feat. Casey Veggies) (#Philadefriday 2 Mixtape) (2011)

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Phil Ade - P.O.P. Music (feat. Casey Veggies) (#Philadefriday 2 Mixtape) lyrics


I got a sack full of green, a cup full of brown
A bad bitch with me so you know it’s going down
I told you once before, yeah, I fuck with you and all
But you know I’m at the door as soon as the money call
Money on my mind, shit think I’m a rookie
But I, been grinding, putting paper over pussy
But I, been grinding, putting paper over pussy
I, been grinding, putting paper over pussy

This ain’t about competition, I’m just doing what I gotta do
A lot of dudes want my position and take a shot or 2
They aim all, could be in lame and get you a dollar or 2
Cut a dame off, what she playing nigga for Donahue
… funny, don’t know what bitches be trying to do
… there’s only one I, monocle
Truth is half of these rappers ain’t even kinda cool
I see the jealousy in them I’m living what they trying to do
Designer shoes with the match fitted, eyes low, glass tinted
… lighting up when I pass in it
Cold nigga take … don’t want nothing cause I have to get it
Real nigga fuck a rapper … in my shoes you won’t last a minute
I’m Malcolm X and I … by any means
Steady green got them ready for the team
Always … just forget the greed ma, we never had money
So the most you’ll get from me is cab money

I got a sack full of green, a cup full of brown
A bad bitch with me so you know it’s going down
I told you once before, yeah, I fuck with you and all
But you know I’m at the door as soon as the money call
Money on my mind, shit think I’m a rookie
But I, been grinding, putting paper over pussy
But I, been grinding, putting paper over pussy
I, been grinding, putting paper over pussy nigga

So many racks I’m in the pay thought it was check fraud
Luckily it was some stacks that I had left off
The feeling left out, now I’m my own boss
You don’t control your own world, you a raw…
I love my chick she love me back I’m just like Santa Clause
When she running, hopping on my lap telling me what she want
If I don’t do nothing man I gotta stunt
If you talking moving irons we can chop it up
What’s the point of doing something when it’s not enough
Like why you mess with all these hoes if you ain’t got they trust
Same niggas acting like your homeys, man they prolly suck
If he had the chance, he’d probably throw you under the bus
… spitting game, we the same, man you one of us
I didn’t did my thang, got a name, but it ain’t enough
Riding in the game, hitting lanes, it …
Contemplating things, in my brain, gotta make it up

I got a sack full of green, a cup full of brown
A bad bitch with me so you know it’s going down
I told you once before, yeah, I fuck with you and all
But you know I’m at the door as soon as the money call
Money on my mind, shit think I’m a rookie
But I, been grinding, putting paper over pussy
But I, been grinding, putting paper over pussy
I, been grinding, putting paper over pussy.


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