$30 Lyrics - Big K.r.i.t.

[Intro] 

So it don't really matter how much money I do gain over life 

It just if I owe my homies and my partners back in the day 

I gotta give back man, believe that though 

Yeah, believe that there 

[Hook] 

I bought a bag of hot fries, hotdog and a drink 

I put the rest off in the tank 

I owe you 30 dollars 

I had to pay you that 

What kind of friend would I be? 

If I ain't pay you back 

I bought a 40 and a magazine 

Of all the cars,hoes, clothes 

That i never seen 

I owe you 30 dollars 

I had to pay you that 

What kind of friend would I be? 

If I ain't pay you back 

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[Verse 1] 

Multi sweats with the multi tee 

Before I had the multi clothes you could multi me 

Multi million dolllar dreams rolled in dirt 

Colt 45 still reserved, irk and jerk 

Cop a fifth for the 599 

Little caesers hot and ready 

That's gon' hold us down 

I had a scheme to get rich 

And Imma show you how 

I can't pay no bills 

I know shit is real 

But thank you for the couch 

And that chick that came through 

I thought I loved her 

I'm glad you saw my checks 

And shot a young player rubbers 

Winter time cold bought a young player covers 

Eviction notice on the door 

I'm sorry for the trouble 

I ain't have no job 

But the beats was a thing to our soul 

And that bass filled the space 

When the heater was broke 

And all those hamburger helper meals 

That sat on the stove 

Almost made a nigga sick cause the mixture was old 

Its funny how that funny style shit never changes 

Humbling, niggas ain't come up how we came up 

So now the steak medium plus 

Medium well, way too tough 

Worst cut, it ain't medium much 

Plate 4 hundred degrees, hot boy to the touch 

Sweet potato casserole, nigga, fuck with the crust 

Imma shoot the shot if need be, I live for the clutch 

Stopped sipping drank, it had us on lean like a crutch 

Nowadays it's a stand up game 

No sitting room in my vault, I got stand up change 

Wine tasting and a billion talk 

And stocks in the villa route 

The only time I tell a chick to taste it and spit it out 

Long way from the boxes of wine 

Roasting Louis 13 under candle for shine 

Copping shit they'll never stock 

Shoes they'll never drop 

My music got way too much bounce 

It'll never flop 

They some lames in a bubble 

They'll never pop 

Puppets on a string 

Shuck and jive call them fraggle rocks 

But we cut from a different cloth 

????, my nigga that's a different cost 

See the smoke, garlic, aeoli, that's a different sauce 

Invisible set with the grill, that's a different floss 

Making toast for the blessings, I'm a different boss 

Losing friends over bread, that's a different loss 

So just in case I never told you before 

Let me pay back what I owe 

So just in case I never told you before 

Let me pay back what I owe 

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[Hook][Intro] 

So it don't really matter how much money I do gain over life 

It just if I owe my homies and my partners back in the day 

I gotta give back man, believe that though 

Yeah, believe that there 

[Hook] 

I bought a bag of hot fries, hotdog and a drink 

I put the rest off in the tank 

I owe you 30 dollars 

I had to pay you that 

What kind of friend would I be? 

If I ain't pay you back 

I bought a 40 and a magazine 

Of all the cars,hoes, clothes 

That i never seen 

I owe you 30 dollars 

I had to pay you that 

What kind of friend would I be? 

If I ain't pay you back 

[Verse 1] 

Multi sweats with the multi tee 

Before I had the multi clothes you could multi me 

Multi million dolllar dreams rolled in dirt 

Colt 45 still reserved, irk and jerk 

Cop a fifth for the 599 

Little caesers hot and ready 

That's gon' hold us down 

I had a scheme to get rich 

And Imma show you how 

I can't pay no bills 

I know shit is real 

But thank you for the couch 

And that chick that came through 

I thought I loved her 

I'm glad you saw my checks 

And shot a young player rubbers 

Winter time cold bought a young player covers 

Eviction notice on the door 

I'm sorry for the trouble 

I ain't have no job 

But the beats was a thing to our soul 

And that bass filled the space 

When the heater was broke 

And all those hamburger helper meals 

That sat on the stove 

Almost made a nigga sick cause the mixture was old 

Its funny how that funny style shit never changes 

Humbling, niggas ain't come up how we came up 

So now the steak medium plus 

Medium well, way too tough 

Worst cut, it ain't medium much 

Plate 4 hundred degrees, hot boy to the touch 

Sweet potato casserole, nigga, fuck with the crust 

Imma shoot the shot if need be, I live for the clutch 

Stopped sipping drank, it had us on lean like a crutch 

Nowadays it's a stand up game 

No sitting room in my vault, I got stand up change 

Wine tasting and a billion talk 

And stocks in the villa route 

The only time I tell a chick to taste it and spit it out 

Long way from the boxes of wine 

Roasting Louis 13 under candle for shine 

Copping shit they'll never stock 

Shoes they'll never drop 

My music got way too much bounce 

It'll never flop 

They some lames in a bubble 

They'll never pop 

Puppets on a string 

Shuck and jive call them fraggle rocks 

But we cut from a different cloth 

????, my nigga that's a different cost 

See the smoke, garlic, aeoli, that's a different sauce 

Invisible set with the grill, that's a different floss 

Making toast for the blessings, I'm a different boss 

Losing friends over bread, that's a different loss 

So just in case I never told you before 

Let me pay back what I owe 

So just in case I never told you before 

Let me pay back what I owe 

[Hook]