Straight to It lyrics

[Intro: BangGang Paid Will]
R.I.P. DaDa
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Verse 1: BandGang Paid Will]
Money on the floor, I'ma come get it (Yeah)
If a n*gga want beef, we gon' come with it (Yeah)
Young n*gga been sh*ttin', gettin' dumb chicken
Throw a bag at you, in two weeks I'ma come visit
6 Mile n*gga, but I'm plugged in your hood too
Your mans out the way, but you close, so we slump you (Baow)
Big booty b*tch give me head in the front room
She with the pop ups, I ain't gotta tell her come through (Damn)
This sh*t in my blood, sh*t, I came out a thug (For real)
Ain't nobody give me sh*t, got it all out the mud
I ain't use no piece, got it all off them drugs
My young dog strapped, better watch how you mug (n*gga)
Deal comin' soon, I'm just waitin' on the date
n*ggas plottin' on the chain, b*tch, I'm plottin' on the Wraith (Hell yeah)
Feds snatched my n*ggas, tryna link me to the case
So a n*gga low-key, you'll never see my face, b*tch (R.I.P. DaDa)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley & BandGang Masoe]
Money on the floor let's get straight to it (What's the hold up? Let's get straight to it)
Beef on the floor, let's get straight to it (All that talkin', n*gga, bah, bah)
Cold thick b*tch, bring her straight to me (What's poppin', baby? What's good, baby?)
n*ggas sneak dissin', bring 'em straight to me (All that talkin', n*gga)
Money on the floor let's get straight to it (What's the hold up?)
Beef on the floor, let's get straight to it (All that talkin', n*gga)
Cold thick b*tch, bring her straight to me (Ah, ah, what's good, baby?)
n*ggas sneak dissin', bring 'em straight to me, ah
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
How that n*gga Tee get out that RTM indictment? (What?)
I wasn't on that case, keep your di*k suckers quiet (Shut the f*ck up)
When there's smoke on the floor, we ain't sleepin' on it (Where it's at?)
Bro say he saw the beef, set that boy on fire (Slow down then)
Jump out the whip, get his mans, rip them n*ggas flesh (Brrah)
Free the real, keep the rest, chopper eat the vest
My n*ggas used to share clothes, I'ma state the facts (True)
We was still pullin' n*ggas cards, f*ckin' all the rats (That's true)
Fast forward, now our goals done got bigger
I been questioned on them murders, I ain't fold on them b*tches
Great granddaddy was a slave, I admit it
But they copped so much weight, I let my white boy say "n*gga"
In the sleeve doin' the dash, 'bout to pop the transmission (Skrrt)
Joy Road n*gga, face card through the city
That n*gga Will say he got the loud, come get it
But don't even look into it if DaDa ain't f*ck with you, n*gga

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley & BandGang Masoe]
Money on the floor let's get straight to it (What's the hold up? Let's get straight to it)
Beef on the floor, let's get straight to it (All that talkin', n*gga, bah, bah)
Cold thick b*tch, bring her straight to me (What's good, baby? What's good, baby?)
n*ggas sneak dissin', bring 'em straight to me (All that talkin', n*gga)
Money on the floor let's get straight to it (What's the hold up?)
Beef on the floor, let's get straight to it (All that talkin', n*gga)
Cold thick b*tch, bring her straight to me (Ah, ah, DaDa winnin', n*gga)
n*ggas sneak dissin', bring 'em straight to me, ah (Money)
[Verse 3: BandGang Masoe]
Money on the floor, n*gga, bring it straight to me (Uh-huh)
We shot the club up, but you ain't stick around to see (pus*y)
I f*ck with real n*ggas, streets label me a G (A thousand)
Free Streets, suite, one deep clean streets (Yeah)
A n*gga squealed on him, gave my dawg a six piece (Free him)
Get put six deep, think this grimey game sweet (Uh-huh)
Know the fit sweet, had it on for 'bout a week ('Bout a week, n*gga)
Hustlin' like a b*tch, high as God, but can't sleep (Yeah)
Paranoid as f*ck, I know all the sh*t that I then did (I do)
Heard he got hit with the nine, let me fill up my Sig (Grrah)
Don't want to see no pus*y boys 'round me, we can't take one pic' (One pic', n*gga)
Keep a thick b*tch beside me that's gon' take this di*k
Tee called, and its all good, let me pull up to y'all hood (Yeah)
Real gotta, we see eye to eye, Ray Charles stood
Can't forget about the days we made a ticket off the jugg
Connected from East to West, I'm who your plug call plug, n*gga (Money, n*gga)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley & BandGang Masoe]
Money on the floor let's get straight to it (What's the hold up? Let's get straight to it)
Beef on the floor, let's get straight to it (All that talkin', n*gga, bah, bah)
Cold thick b*tch, bring her straight to me (What's good, baby? What's good, baby?)
n*ggas sneak dissin', bring 'em straight to me (All that talkin', n*gga)
Money on the floor let's get straight to it (What's the hold up?)
Beef on the floor, let's get straight to it (All that talkin', n*gga)
Cold thick b*tch, bring her straight to me (Ah, ah, what's good, baby?)
n*ggas sneak dissin', bring 'em straight to me, ah