BURN

THE YELLOW MONKEY

Score: 76
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Played: 101

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GOLDEN YEARS Singles 1996-2001

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[Intro] Nobody 'gon help nobody out here [Hook] Doing with the dope money I refuse to have no money In the trap but this ain't no place for me Everything 'bout money, nothing free If I didn't have to... I gotta deal with dope money I refuse to have no money In the trap but this ain't no place for me Everything 'bout money, nothing free If I didn't have to... This ain't no place for me [Verse 1] Locked down, bitch I'm stuck in the city They running 'round town, hollering "Buck in the city" Yes, bricks in the hood but ain't enough in the city Me and my niggas eating good 'till the government get me 100 pounds in the rental, 1000 pills in my pocket And yea since I got it put my young hoes through college It took the long time so I'm thinking long term Dip the swisher in the lean and let it slow burn Been balling, now I tell my niggas "Man it's your turn" To serve these fiends 'till they nose burn These niggas scared to look but their hoes turn So they sending their bitches to buy theirs o's for 'em Still strapped in this bitch on probation and all My daughter wants them Jordans so I'm braking the law I've got birds, ounces, quarters, and even bundles of raw I'm out here hustling like I've got nothing at all [Hook] Doing with the dope money I refuse to have no money In the trap but this ain't no place for me Everything 'bout money, nothing free If I didn't have to... I gotta deal with dope money I refuse to have no money In the trap but this ain't no place for me Everything 'bout money, nothing free If I didn't have to... This ain't no place for me [Verse 2] They raided me and we 'gon shoot it out I would die 'bout the this shit, what is you 'bout? In the trap with the TV off but the cameras on Junkies knocking on a door wondering if I'm home Niggas acting surprised, they thought I left it alone Them other niggas falling off but I kept it on White boy drugs, methadone I got 'em popping bars 'till they head is gone I think bitch, she be fucking with them tabs too She bought valiums but she gotta have blue I'm leaning on the leather Bitch, I'm doing better Me and quan count money itching on the yellow My PO trying slow me down but I never let her She popping up whatever but I never sweater 'Lil bitch, I'm on a whole other level The all gold Rolly with the presidential bezel It's Buck! [Hook] Doing with the dope money I refuse to have no money In the trap but this ain't no place for me Everything 'bout money, nothing free If I didn't have to... I gotta deal with dope money I refuse to have no money In the trap but this ain't no place for me Everything 'bout money, nothing free If I didn't have to... This ain't no place for me