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[Verse 1:] The flow- is in the pocket like wallets I got the bounce like hydraulics I can't call it, I got the swerve like alco-fuck that Figg get da money, shootin dice what they hittin' for? Hookers out to sell the pussy Money trade for intercourse Every corner, liquor store Laundromat, liquor store, laundromat, liquor store EBT accept 'em more Churches 'cross from motels, Lord knows pussy sells Churches 'cross from motels, Lord knows pussy sells Domino's, Pizza Huts, Colt 45 cans, the old heads drunk enough Dollar after dollar on lottery, that shit be addin' up Schizos from Vietnam, better yet the drug era that used to be a ball player See how things evolve later 4 Lokos for the young locos Niggas cashin' my check for white tees Don't fuck with Melrose, just Metros-PCS's You get the message Good investments in my direction [Hook:] Figg get da money, yeah! [x4] Rain, sleet, snow, turn July into December, yeah! Figg get da money, yeah! [x6] SongtexteSpringtime fall turn summer to a winter, yeah! Figg get da money, yeah! [x2] [Verse 2:] Uh, it's midnight, where the bitches at (Schoolboy) See a ho, pimp a ho, put her on the track (Schoolboy) Put her in the gas station, hiding from the white and black (Schoolboy) They gotta make a living so they put us on our back (Schoolboy) But why they gotta judge us when we do it back? (Schoolboy) Mickey D's and Burger King still make sure that my daughter fat (Schoolboy) Close to Christmas on November, best believe I got a jack (Schoolboy) Been coming to this store for years, the cops come behind me 'bout a snack [?] But thanks Ms. Han, Jackie Chan, Sake bomb (Schoolboy) Any Catholic differ-an, Wolverine like Michigan (Schoolboy) Wolver Street know what it be (Be) Hanging in front of the laundry mat til 2 or 3 (3) With like 2 or 3 (3) Uh, everyone asleep so shall we creep Money to gain up in them streets Shall I preach about this beat Puffy ain't got shit on me Better yet this L.A. heat Figueroa, figg sa money block [Hook] [Verse 3:] Uh, Jehoviah coming let me close the blinds So I can get high, nigga free my mind Write my niggas doing hella years past time Ballers got it crackin', crackin' at the crack of dawn Ice cream truck stop for my mom but me, he won't respond Gotta read between the lines Best believe I'm off of crime This must be the longest line, where they cookin' worse than swine Lying on their letter signs, but hurry cause they close at 9 But Pices got it jumpin' at the taco stand Rapping on them corners (Aye!), AM, PM like the Taliban Camping out, your daddy selling money he can understand Drizzle riding through the hood, Junkies love the avalanche Homeless person gotta shuffle cans, take 'em up to the recycle bin Take his bread to the candyman, but still he eat Tell me if that ain't hustlin' Rain, sleet, snow, hell and shit uhhh, Hell! [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania