Big Yavo - Freestyle

Uh, uh, ayy, ayy, ayy (Let's go, let's go)

I only move for the money
We can't talk if it ain't 'bout the cash
Ayy lately, been feelin' like Santa
On the North with these poles
While I'm droppin' off bags, ayy
Yeah, the bitch fine
But she can't get in the Sprinter
She ain't come with no ass
I was shooting dice in the lunchroom
Skippin' that class
Sellin' Ziploc just to keep customers glad

Put up that paper and buy me some acres
And start me a farm, you know I'm a cash cow
Fuck postin' guns, I'm having this cash
I'm drippin' this flag
But that's more shit to rap 'bout
You not a member
Can't come to my trap house
I can't hang with these niggas, bitch
I'm bringin' racks out
I can't flop, if I do, bitch
I go pull a mask out
Give him shells like turtles, heard
He hanging with rats now, ayy
These niggas rats, sensei
I'm on the block, Dikembe, ayy
The racks that he flexing, I been made
Baby, come fuck with a boss
Get your rent paid
These niggas stay with they
Daddy like Dae-Dae
Going nuts with this paper
They waitin' on payday
Whole lotta money and problems
Gettin' used to this shit
Stay with my gun like I'm
Glued to that bitch won't stop, see an opp
Then I'm using this bitch
See three of 'em, usually two'll get hit
Ayy, tell 'em stop cappin'
How true do it get?
Nigga, you ain't having no hoes
You ain't shootin' at shit
Why get in it? You ain't have
Nothin' to do with that shit
And I'm done talking 'bout it
I'm through with that shit
Last ho played me
I'm through with that bitch
Jackie Chan, Jet Li how I usually kick, ayy
Newborn baby how I usually spit
Bitch, I'm selling cubes
Got Rubik's and shit
Whole lotta money off weed and music
Lil' bitch i'm gettin' tired of the opps
What I'ma do with this shit?
Ray Lewis how that Drac' usually hit
Big pourin' deuces in smoothies and shit
Fourteen years old with Rugers and shit
Hundred bands on me, still
Eatin' noodles and shit, let's go

I only move for the money
We can't talk if it ain't 'bout the cash
Ayy lately, been feelin' like Santa
On the North with these poles
While I'm droppin' off bags, ayy
Yeah, the bitch fine
But she can't get in the Sprinter
She ain't come with no ass
I was shooting dice in the lunchroom
Skippin' that class
Sellin' Ziploc just to keep customers glad
Ayy i only move for the money
We can't talk if it ain't 'bout the cash
Ayy lately, been feelin' like Santa
On the North with these poles
While I'm droppin' off bags, ayy
Yeah, the bitch fine
But she can't get in the Sprinter
She ain't come with no ass
I was shooting dice in the lunchroom
Skippin' that class
Sellin' Ziploc just to keep customers glad

Dumbass, just to keep customers glad, ayy
These niggas so broke
They need customers mad
Uh, uh, ayy, I'm havin' customers in class
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

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