Money Turns To Food lyrics

[Intro: Duvy]
R.I.P. all the guys, man
It's Duvy
(Harmonics made a hit)
Slatt, 17
(6 Beats)
Free all them n*ggas, man, facts
You know I'm in the stu' with the gang, man
You know how it gets, man, Connect City sh*t, man
Facts, ooh
That money show you proof, ooh

[Chorus: Duvy]
n*ggas they see we makin' moves
I swear, man, couple n*ggas ain't even f*ck with a dude
That money show you proof
That money turns to food
We gettin' to it, thought you knew
I pray everyday, I gotta leave the crib with tool
Been up, been busy, yo, my eyes been lookin' stupid
Like, what you doin'?
Calculating profit while them youngings spinnin', clueless

[Verse 1: Duvy]
"Like, what you doin' makin' music?"
I ain't makin' music, I speak facts, I love to do it
A black hearted young n*gga, there ain't no losing
And I ain't squarin' up, ready to play 'bout with thеm demons
I really beat blood all on 'еm n*ggas
I stays in my lane 'cause they switchin'
We done came up, Jane strip'n
And yeah, I f*ck with some n*ggas who be crippin'
Tell lil' mama, yeah, let's roll
You know a youngnem next to blow
When the stainless click-clack, it just gon' blow
Been through so much, that made half them froze
Oh, they sent my n*ggas up the road
Free Loosescrew, sh*t, bro was on the go
You know he callin' me, like, "Lil' bro, give 'em more"
Times gettin' hard, but sh*t, I'm ready for my tokes
Might pop a hammer, got them all thinkin' like, "Whoa"
And sh*t, don't play me, you movin' iffy, bust his dome
A little n*gga lived and grown
I pop out, three n*ggas, four-door, call that a score
[Verse 2: NH$ JayJay]
Get up early mornin' then I wash my face
See my hammer, then I put it on my waist
Start thinkin' how I'ma start my day
But if the police line me up, I ain't got nothin' to say
b*tches holla at me, like it's double Jay
She wanna f*ck with me, she want me take her on a plane
I'm just tryna get guap, I just need to get paid
I can't f*ck these thots, they just wanna get laid
If I shoot these shots, I aim for the face
I be skrrting in a foreign, yeah, I have to switch the plates
Man, I'm just tryna go far
She just wanted me in a car
So she suck me off, see me start
Baby girl, I'm tryna go hard like a star
I'm the one that open sh*t up like a key
I'm the one that get you wet up like a beach
He think that he's super hard, he never seen me
NH$ Reddi*k, I'm in the streets
I keep my heat, it's a 23
Fifteen shots, get you lifted off your feet

[Chorus: Duvy]
n*ggas they see we makin' moves
I swear, man, couple n*ggas ain't even f*ck with a dude
That money show you proof
That money turns to food
We gettin' to it, thought you knew
I pray everyday, I gotta leave the crib with tool
Been up, been busy, yo, my eyes been lookin' stupid
Like, what you doin'?
Calculating profit while them youngings spinnin', clueless