Money Piles lyrics

[Intro: King Dan]

Yea
Yea

Whaddup Lil Voncy

Alright If this is what we on
Then I'm down for the ride

Lotta  bad women
Money piles to the sky's

To a poor n*gga
Money piles is a god

Money make a n*gga
Go commit a homicide

[Verse 1: King Dan]

Riders they on go
But they ain't go cart racing

My heart
It be pacing
I need a vacation
Why they all hating
My heart feeling vacant

Yea

I said my heart feeling vacant
No love
For the
Other side
I ride
For my side
I die
For my side

Yea

Why they ain't call when i was
Broke, broke, broke ,broke

But asking for something
I'm still tryna get my cake up

In the kitchen
Bake up
A hot 16
Lemon squeeze
Red beam
Hot chili jean
Billie jean

Squeeze the trigger
Kill yo dreams

But I'm on some higher power sh*t
Steal yo soul
And steal yo b*tch

She leave you broke
And make me rich

I throw a fit up in that pus*y
I told you imma kill em
I ain't sparring now n*gga

Say go get em
And i got em

God hoping you protecting
Cuz the road is getting hectic
And my soul is feeling restless
Cuz my goal is getting paper
17 floor
Gotta take a elevator

Put on for my city
Till my city see me on

Im a f*cking pit bull
To these chihuahua ass n*ggas

Ineffective to the culture
Ass n*ggas
Gone

[Chorus: King Dan ]

Alright If this is what we on
Then I'm down for the ride

Lotta bad women
Money piles to the sky

To a poor n*gga
Money piles is a god

Money make a n*gga
Go commit a homicide

[Verse 2: XanMan]

Money Piles
I wanna throw in the f*cking towel

Them hard nights and cold nights
Couldn't see my mother smile

If you was on the phone n*gga
You couldn't press a pound

Left a n*gga with a black eye
Now he can't even look around

We the hottest in the city n*gga
I got the same watch like Diddy n*gga

I was locked up
I couldn't even get no family pictures

n*gga shooting kids
And getting people why they granny with em

Im speaking that real sh*t
Stressed out pay the bill sh*t

0 to 100 real quick
Thats how we all live

n*gga wanna eat off my plate
But it don't involve ribs

Hard times, Hard work n*gga
Thats what we all did

Stressed out
From pay check to pay check
Take care of all kids

Street n*gga
Stay down with my brothers
Just like
Lavar did

That n*gga say he wanna get some rest
Then you on the wrong bed
Life support n*gga
Reality check
But we all dead