(9) Tia & Tamera [Prod. By Lord Plawz]

Intro: Alwayz Elegant (Tia, Tia and Tamera) (Tia, Tia) I need money in my hand, Money be the plan I need money in my hand, Money be the plan I need money in my hand, Money be the plan I need money in my hand, Money be the plan Verse 1: Back against the wall homie you know where I stand Its not a mountain in front of me, its the sand As I coast from the coast, that's known for purple smoke I steals, I'z I'z wet Like pirates on boats Wrap Wrap around the game like bracelets on your hand My mother told me that, kill em with that flow Had to Had to take it back, my streets got that quicksand It took more then a hand & leg, getting out not in them plans (Fuck what they said) Im gone fuck up to you anyway, so I look ahead That's something you don't know They feel me like Im gold I kills beats like Ty rose Inhales, I honor rolls The L's all in my clothes go Go, go, go!! This the part where you smoke, smoke, smoke (Tia, Tia and Tamera), word to Lord Plawz on that maine Let me take you there tho I sips wit hoes, roll them big as blunts I still reekin, still chef in Swag out wit dat bag out And that Louis purse got a pound in it That's a bad bitch I need bad bitches, for all them ave nights When I ain't had bitches Gold on, gold tron, gold 45 nigga hold on I fucked the shit out that pretty mouth That bitch look good But that bitch get down I'm g qd, roll the tree up That hash piped, wit my lean cup Hook: Have me fuked up All throwed down They sayin I'm gettin on now Guess I suppose now (Tia And Tamera) I wanna do that Rap shit (Tia And Tamera) But I wanna do that Trap shit Have me fuked up All throwed down They sayin I'm gettin on now Guess I suppose now (Tia And Tamera) I wanna do that Rap shit (Tia And Tamera) But I wanna do that Trap shit TRAP SHIT Verse 2: It's not ashamed the way we grew up nigga So don't be blamin pointin fangas Cuz yo ass don't wanna do nothin nigga You speakin wrong with that influence nigga Homie you had the same number for 3 years u ain't movin nothin U ain't worried bout no Feds, you ain't tuckin onions U wasn't gone bussin that nigga head for yo lil brotha U ain't worried bout no Feds, you ain't tuckin onions U wasn't gone bussin that nigga head for yo lil brotha My Cuzins they rather rock prada Ide rather cut the cake wit my designer Got dreams of my peps Gettin off the streets Cuz of the lyrics I holla That's why I holla My moma said get em I got Johnny said shoot em And looked at his fatha Then we heard blacka That game on froze That's why I'm banaka (Cold) Speak this shit into existence Told y'all in illustrious goons But y'all didn't listen That dope it been in my religion Niggas got nothin to do That's why I don't miss em I focused on makin my vision Extended Gettin good credit I been wit the biness Gettin good credit U ignants don't get it I'm talkin green lettuce That's why we don't scrimmage Fealin like old English Lightupp we sippin Surrounded by plaques N plottin on millions I'm after it all It's all for my children Shipes pass me the ball I been wit the dribble I came for the top Now I told you my mission I'm what they missin I got it, submission Zip lock it, no Drippin Hook: Have me fuked up All throwed down They sayin I'm gettin on now Guess I suppose now (Tia And Tamera) I wanna do that Rap shit (Tia And Tamera) But I wanna do that Trap shit Have me fuked up All throwed down They sayin I'm gettin on now Guess I suppose now (Tia And Tamera) I wanna do that Rap shit (Tia And Tamera) But I wanna do that Trap shit TRAP SHIT