Money To Blow

(Album: The Recipe - 2018)

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Cook that shit up, Quay
Yeah, Quay cooked this shit up, man
Pablo Juan cooked that shit up, man

Roll up the dope, gold on my rope
Gotta stay in school young nigga, get hoes
Go get that money and fuck on your ho
Take off the plug and it gon' go for the low
Pint come sealed, I just poured up a four
Fuck your career, I got money to blow
Rich in the hood, I got bricks of the coke
Ain't gotta tell us shit, they already know
Real in the trap, this ain't no fairytale
Bricks and bails, I keep breaking my scale
I cook with the mask, I can't stand the smell
If your clique locked up, nigga I know you 'gon tell
My shooters they ready, I pay 'em well
Let my young niggas 'gon catch it and make a sale
Diapers and baby bottles its a daycare
Trap out the house, bitch, you know we don't stay there

Come to the trap, have your money ready
I'm cooking it in the pot like spaghetti
Having raw dope, nigga this shit deadly
Three choppers with me like Ed, Edd n Eddy
I just want numbers, the fetty, them pesos
Dope good like they was tasting the rainbow
Don't give no fuck, I'ma fuck on your main ho
Bad 'lil foreign bitch, I think she albino
I done got rich but I'm still on the same road
Working two burners with the pot, Django
Racks in my skinnys, addicted to bank rolls
I know you wish you was a nigga, you ain't though
Still in the trap, I ain't changed clothes
Try me, I guarantee you get your brains blowed
Gimme that head and that pussy, no anal
Better have the pies, nigga I sell it, case closed
One thing I never did is pay hoes
Can't pay attention to these niggas, they hoes
Check my resume I'm straight out the bowl
Repping that dope, had to call out the hole
He started snitching we call him a mole
Stuffing the bricks in the back of the store
Pablo the plug, bitch, don't ask what I sold
I jump in the foreign and roll up the dope

Roll up the dope, gold on my rope
Gotta stay in school young nigga, get hoes
Go get that money and fuck on your ho
Take off the plug and it gon' go for the low
Pint come sealed, I just poured up a four
Fuck your career, I got money to blow
Rich in the hood, I got bricks of the coke
Ain't gotta tell us shit, they already know
Real in the trap, this ain't no fairytale
Bricks and bails, I keep breaking my scale
I cook with the mask, I can't stand the smell
If your clique locked up, nigga I know you 'gon tell
My shooters they ready, I pay 'em well
Let my young niggas 'gon catch it and make a sale
Diapers and baby bottles its a daycare
Trap out the house, bitch, you know we don't stay there

[Young Scooter:]
Young Scooter, Pablo Juan, and we making' moves like Pablo (Jugg)
Aston with the rose gold rims, and I got a Murcielago (Foreign)
We put the pounds on the road, and we put the bricks on the cargo (Yeah)
Anything I motherfucking say, I bet the street niggas follow (Street)
Free Ralo, spin the nigga's block with the fully-auto (Brrat)
I got all this water on, I might need goggles ([?])
Pay the bitch extra she swallow, fucking bad bitches, models
We go full throttle (Count up), pop a hundred bottles (Flex)
Me and Pablo Juan, we get bails out the foreign (Jugg)
I put the streets on curfew, I'm 'bout to set the alarm (For real)
No less than fifty racks, each watch I put on my arms (Count up)
All I rap about is dope 'cause thats the way I was born (Street!)

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Roll up the dope, gold on my rope
Gotta stay in school young nigga, get hoes
Go get that money and fuck on your ho
Take off the plug and it gon' go for the low
Pint come sealed, I just poured up a four
Fuck your career, I got money to blow
Rich in the hood, I got bricks of the coke
Ain't gotta tell us shit, they already know
Real in the trap, this ain't no fairytale
Bricks and bails, I keep breaking my scale
I cook with the mask, I can't stand the smell
If your clique locked up, nigga I know you 'gon tell
My shooters they ready, I pay 'em well
Let my young niggas 'gon catch it and make a sale
Diapers and baby bottles its a daycare
Trap out the house, bitch, you know we don't stay there