Full Lyrics : Yo$hwa - Nebula feat. Ckeelay

Yo$hwa - Nebula feat. Ckeelay Lyrics

Hands up like it's a stick up

Talk so funny, shit I'm running,

With that hapy that's my n*ggas

Swerve that money, dick like c block

Even if it's purple, swear to god that shit about to kill us

'Cause these paycheck is like they see mama buy from the villa

Minimum weight that's iller,

Got all that in my swisher, sign dollars and hour burn it

Inhale it and take a picture

2 gigs of data, F*ck it, 2 gigs of data, that's something

But each and every show we get saying there ain't no custom

Plan if you say nothing, plan if you say something

'Cause conscience talking getting mills and I'm way past late for luncheon

I try to speak my mind, nobody hears my voice and

If I ain't about that grind know my daddy all disappointed

So F*ck it, I'm bout the money now

All these b*tches I dane in cold

Like I said it's so funny now

b*tches always be standing hoes

My way now that I made it

Me myself and my making

From the 90's not sense though

They might, might not get famous

(x2)

Drop it, drop it low, n*gga what you fronting for?

Gotta taste the money, best believe a n*gga want some more

All you gets who cop that hoe, at the corner at the store

n*ggas burning all that dope, I stay glided on the low

Tell that Dennis talking for real

Hey you better pop in that grill

And if she ain't dropping that ass

Best believe they copin' the field

Sativa got me with feel

Shit is easy eat dough for real

Till they see you squeeze a n*ggas beans

Sleazy for copin' pills

I got 99 problems, all of them and I be shopping for grills

Tell them that cool ass jazz, 'cause it's rock'n'roll up in here

Get your motherF*cking pill

Get you motherF*ckers killed

And as for money, then shit, you got a motherF*cking deal, racks!

Slow down, I black 4 down, for the go down

For the backs of the cash and get my own now

Dingo baby, hear me I'm saying

For every one of our kids who make it I don't know now

I thought you get a job

My baby you see me sitting, how bout a good massage

You think I'm one of your b*tches?

Get up off your ass, if you wanna take in desire

500 dollars, I tell you this shit is fire

When I try it, you thinking I'm high,

Got a reason to slide brown, but taking up the deal like a liar

You see I'm like a king, your baby b*tches apply for

To be in my prior over d after I die, 'cause I'm willing to fly

Hit you high in your eyes for your lies then you lie

Pop, pop, then you die but you cry and you try

And you caress me in my own thoughts

Take it up with my dick give me the dice, baby

(x2)

Drop it, drop it low, n*gga what you fronting for?

Gotta taste the money, best believe a n*gga want some more

All you gets who cop that hoe, at the corner at the store

n*ggas burning all that dope, I stay glided on the low

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