Hurry Up & Buy - Hardo, J.I.D

Christo

Man, almost forgot all the shit I said, let me do that shit again

Trap

Real trap nigga comin' through your speakers, you hear me

It’s 'bout money, nigga, say less

Choppers that spray vest, killers that stay fresh

My shoes from Saks Fifth, them bricks at Payless (Real shit)

My hoes got accents, I’m from them spots where it’s real action

Break work in fractions, I gotta get it, no relaxin' (Gotta get it)

Listen, I get the details, got pills, no D12

I send the Gs mail, some hit the e-mail (Some hit the e-mail)

Got coke on presale (Huh?)

Ain’t seen the plug yet, I stretch the female, then sell for retail (Gotta

stretch the ho out)

A nigga really got them truckloads, ain’t got no CL’s (Facts)

But got a C-L-S, yes, but got them VVS, yes (That's right)

But hell no, I ain’t impressed (I ain’t impressed by that shit)

I just like the baguettes (I just like it), I just like to ride Lex

I just like to upset all these niggas that’s hatin' (Hatin' ass niggas)

Drive-by on they set (Skrrt)

I count with calluses, I’m sick, dialysis

Ain’t with the coward shit, I got the foulest bitch, I get her flowers Shit,

I’m havin' power trips, I’m up like towers, bitch

My drip need towels for this

I put in miles for this, the beef got .Cals for this

I bow, then click, need palaces

Don’t sound convinced on balances

That’s owed from piling shit, on bad money niggas

I guess they counterfeit, listen

I keep that mask on me, nigga, that’s my accountant fit

Pull up in that Challenger 'bout challenges, that’s my analysis

Hold up, I’m flickin' ashes in the ashtray in an Ashton with Ashley y’all ain’t

called since the last date

Now she sendin' the sad face, gettin' money the fast way

Grindin' hard to the last day, I run it up like its leg day, nigga

(Yeah, alright)

Give me all the cash, nigga, hurry up and buy (Buy)

Put it in the bags, bricks fallin' out the sky (Sky)

I can make the money fly, that’s a bird

Cock a nine, if you heard, you can die, you concur

(Uh, ah shit, yeah)

Give me all the cash, nigga, hurry up and buy (Buy)

Put it in the bag, this shit fallin' out the sky (Sky)

I can make the money fly, that’s a bird

Cock a nine, if you heard, you can die, you concur

(Okay)

Comin' for the cheddar 'til I’m dead or I get a war wound

Weather the storm, get an umbrella

'Cause it’s rainin' pussy cats and dog food

And the catch is comin' for y’all fools

Accelerate, hit the RT, R2-D2

Schoolin' you niggas, the 1, 2, plus you is Three Stooges

Word to my mucus, I spill juices

'Bout to cop a noose 'cause I’m already strange fruit

And if my diamonds is twinklin', then they think I ain’t dangerous

Hangman, hangin' there, bang, bang, bangin' that thing, thing

'Til my wrist spring, maintain, ring, jing-a-ling, jing-a-ling

When I swang the thing, she like, «Danke schön»

Pen, pad, paint, all the pain, rap game daddy-daughter day

And the real niggas all gone away 'til I came in with the party favors

All the flavors, modern day, super gamma with the ultra rays

New Atlanta for you monkey niggas

Got two banana clips, fuck a fade

Don’t tempt me, gassed up

But I run empty with the five wide

And the .45 on three wisemen (Uh)

Alright

Give me all the cash, nigga, hurry up and buy (Buy)

Put it in the bags, bricks fallin' out the sky (Sky)

I can make the money fly, that’s a bird

Cock a nine, if you heard, you can die, you concur