Schoolboy Q – Figg Get Da Money Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The flow, is in the pocket like wallets
I got the bounce like hydraulics
I can't call it, I got the swerve like alco-fuck that
Figg get the money, shooting dice what they hitting for
Hookers out to sell the pussy
Money trade for intercourse
Every corner, liquor store
Laundromat, liquor store, laundromat, liquor store
EBT accept 'em more
Churches 'cross from motels, Lord knows pussy sells
Churches 'cross from motels, Lord knows pussy sells
Domino's, Pizza Huts, Colt 45 cans, the old heads drunk enough
Dollar after dollar on lottery, that shit be addin' up
Schizos from Vietnam, better yet the drug era that used to be a ball player
See how things evolve later
4 Lokos for the young locos
Niggas cashin' my check for white tees
Don't fuck with Melrose, just Metros--PCS's
You get the message
Good investments in my direction
[Refrain]
Figg get the money, yeah
Rain, sleet, snow, turn July into December, yeah
Figg get the money, yeah
Springtime fall turn summer to a winter, yeah
Figg get the money, yeah
[Verse 2]
It's midnight, where the bitches at
See a ho, pimp a ho, put her on the track
Put her in the gas station, hiding from the white and black
They gotta make a living so they put us on our back
But why they gotta judge us when we do it back
Mickey D's and Burger King still make sure that my daughter fat
Close to Christmas on November, best believe I got a jack
Been coming to this store for years, the cops come behind me about a snack
But thanks Ms. Han, Jackie Chan, Sake bomb
Any Catholic differ-an, Wolverine like Michigan
Wolver Street know what it be
Hanging in front of the laundry mat til two or three
With like two or three
Uh, everyone asleep so shall we creep
Money to gain up in them streets
Shall I preach upon this beat
Puffy ain't got shit on me
Better yet this L.A. heat
Figueroa, figg side, money block
[Refrain]
[Verse 3]
Jehoviah coming
Let me close the blinds
So I can get high
Nigga free my mind
Write my niggas doing hella years past time
Ballers got it cracking
Cracking at the crack of dawn
Ice cream truck stop for my mom but me he won't respond
Gotta read between the lines
Best believe I'm off of crime
This must be the longest line
Where they cooking worse than swine
Lying on their letter signs, but hurry cause they close at nine
But Pisces got it jumping at the taco stand
Rapping on them corners, aye
AM, PM like the Taliban
Camping out, your daddy selling money he can understand
Drizzle riding through the hood
Junkies love the Avalanche
Homeless person gotta shuffle cans
Take them up to the recycle bin
Take his bread to the candyman, but still he eat
Tell me if that ain't hustling
Rain, sleet, snow, hell and shit uhhh, hell
[Refrain]
The flow, is in the pocket like wallets
I got the bounce like hydraulics
I can't call it, I got the swerve like alco-fuck that
Figg get the money, shooting dice what they hitting for
Hookers out to sell the pussy
Money trade for intercourse
Every corner, liquor store
Laundromat, liquor store, laundromat, liquor store
EBT accept 'em more
Churches 'cross from motels, Lord knows pussy sells
Churches 'cross from motels, Lord knows pussy sells
Domino's, Pizza Huts, Colt 45 cans, the old heads drunk enough
Dollar after dollar on lottery, that shit be addin' up
Schizos from Vietnam, better yet the drug era that used to be a ball player
See how things evolve later
4 Lokos for the young locos
Niggas cashin' my check for white tees
Don't fuck with Melrose, just Metros--PCS's
You get the message
Good investments in my direction
[Refrain]
Figg get the money, yeah
Rain, sleet, snow, turn July into December, yeah
Figg get the money, yeah
Springtime fall turn summer to a winter, yeah
Figg get the money, yeah
[Verse 2]
It's midnight, where the bitches at
See a ho, pimp a ho, put her on the track
Put her in the gas station, hiding from the white and black
They gotta make a living so they put us on our back
But why they gotta judge us when we do it back
Mickey D's and Burger King still make sure that my daughter fat
Close to Christmas on November, best believe I got a jack
Been coming to this store for years, the cops come behind me about a snack
But thanks Ms. Han, Jackie Chan, Sake bomb
Any Catholic differ-an, Wolverine like Michigan
Wolver Street know what it be
Hanging in front of the laundry mat til two or three
With like two or three
Uh, everyone asleep so shall we creep
Money to gain up in them streets
Shall I preach upon this beat
Puffy ain't got shit on me
Better yet this L.A. heat
Figueroa, figg side, money block
[Refrain]
[Verse 3]
Jehoviah coming
Let me close the blinds
So I can get high
Nigga free my mind
Write my niggas doing hella years past time
Ballers got it cracking
Cracking at the crack of dawn
Ice cream truck stop for my mom but me he won't respond
Gotta read between the lines
Best believe I'm off of crime
This must be the longest line
Where they cooking worse than swine
Lying on their letter signs, but hurry cause they close at nine
But Pisces got it jumping at the taco stand
Rapping on them corners, aye
AM, PM like the Taliban
Camping out, your daddy selling money he can understand
Drizzle riding through the hood
Junkies love the Avalanche
Homeless person gotta shuffle cans
Take them up to the recycle bin
Take his bread to the candyman, but still he eat
Tell me if that ain't hustling
Rain, sleet, snow, hell and shit uhhh, hell
[Refrain]
