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earl hayes - on the block lyrics
all i know is get it, flip it, spend it, trick it
sending someone to get it, weight it, wrap it, bag it, box it
let them shoot it, snort it, sniff it
rangers, beamers, porches, benzes
great weekends with gorgeous b-tches
bottles and ice for my crew
gigantic guns for these n-ggas
f-cked up att-tude – i’m c-cky, arrogant. and chauvinist
greedy and f-cking stubborn, i want more than i am supposed to get
weed, c0ke, drank, pills
half naked b-tches dancing
shut the door, forget your problems
enjoy this party we are having
relax on acres and mansions
realize the cackers advantage
we valet dv9s, aston martins, bentleys, phantoms
diamonds worth more than your house
cribs that you can’t imagine
now watch me f-ck it up as i take it all for granted
spit on cameras, sh-t on managers, be late for everything
go in to financial debt, end up p-wning everything
get back with the same crew, those good old drug dealer runs
won’t be long before i end where i came from
on the block
chorus: francia prisci (earl hayes)
all my life i’ve been going so hard
i don’t know anything else
so i just stay on the block (on the block)
money stays on my mind, it was all the time
so i just stay on my grind
bridge: hayes (francia prisci)
n-ggas going hard trying to get the (money)
i’m walking around with a pocket full of (money)
my car cost a hundred thousand, that’s (money)
my big chain cost storm blowing
championship game, twenty deep, in the front row
in them seats that fold out down out on the floor
in vegas telling pit bosses “let the dice roll”
turn twenty grand into sixty and i’m out the door
cars made in europe, shoes made in italy
i’m backwards, bring big guns for a little beef
we get money – earthquake, slow, sleet, rain
just like my hood got bad legs i give them ‘caine
i feel great, i wouldn’t change for the wold n-gga
turn my girl out, now she a drug dealer
they tell me never to mix pleasure with business
i’d rather have a co-defendant than a witness
“money is the root of all evil”
a broke man must have made that up
cause we got paper and we never gave a f-ck
got us riding fast in the big trucks
my mother said she pray for us every night, bruh
chorus: francia prisci (earl hayes)
all my life i’ve been going so hard
i don’t know anything else
so i just stay on the block (on the block)
money stays on my mind, it was all the time
so i just stay on my grind
bridge: hayes (francia prisci)
n-ggas going hard trying to get the (money)
i’m walking around with a pocket full of (money)
my car cost a hundred thousand, that’s (money)
my big chain cost storm blowing (money)
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