On G's Lyrics - Weekend At Burnies - Curren$y

Hey, hey 

Hey, hey 

Hey 

Hey, hey on G's 

Niggas ain't fuckin' with my team at all 

Fall back, dawg 

If it ain't about no loot we can't get at y'all 

Hey, hey, hey on G's 

Niggas ain't fuckin' with my team at all 

Fall back, dawg 

If it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all 

At ease as I move with my jet set feelin' the breeze 

I'm in yo' ear like a death threat 

Got you wonderin' if I played my best hand yet 

You ain't seen nothin' 

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I'm in yo' house like plumbin', in and out of yo' woman 

And I'm up gettin' high 'cause my crew up and comin' 

Different chapters of my establishment 

Posted up where it's cold, refrigerator magnets 

Then it's back to the N-O, lab life, stackin' rapper chips 

Rhyme a few bars to buy my homies some cars 

Then I say a few poems and buy my moms a new home 

Spitta kush king, bong next to my throne 

Scribble in my notepad 'bout my city's wrongs 

And I try to make it right through these songs 

It's niggas tryin' to make it through the night 

Let alone make a million 

Get it on, my nigga and show off when you get it 

Hey, hey, hey on G's 

Niggas ain't fuckin' with my team at all 

Fall back, dawg 

If it ain't about no loot we can't get at y'all 

Photos 

Hey, hey, hey on G's 

Niggas ain't fuckin' with my team at all 

Fall back, dawg 

If it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all 

And on the set, shit get live, it's all action 

But where I'm from shit get real, it's no actin' 

In the 12th grade with 20 grand in my khakis 

Life under the scope, them bitches keep lookin' at me 

But picture livin' where these niggas don't fear a thing 

This wicked world got a nigga numb, free from pain 

And all that dirt I did I still remain without a stain 

So I twist it, smoke it by myself, clear my brain 

Them sober nights drove a nigga damn near insane 

I saw it all but never will I tell a thing 

Can't think of one thing to lose 

And about a million things to gain 

So I charge this to the game 

But soon as I got my change they say I changed, man 

They told me state my name, I'm Rodney from the planes, man 

These unfamiliar faces lookin' at me strange, man 

But I'm no lame, these niggas know what I claim 

I keep it trill to the jet, I put that shit there on the Jets and 

Hey, hey, hey on G's 

Niggas ain't fuckin' with my team at all 

Fall back, dawg 

If it ain't about no loot we can't get at y'all 

Hey, hey, hey on G's 

Niggas ain't fuckin' with my team at all 

Fall back, dawg 

If it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all 

Through the lights, cameras and flashes, bong snappin' and action 

I'm focused on this paper, money transactions 

Is what I'm after, player 

Was taught as a youngin' to move smart and get my weight up 

Federal Reserve papers by the layers and weed by the acres 

Bitches by the dozen, just watch me come up from nothin', hater 

Greater things await for those who remain patient 

Yeah, that's real talk, matter 'fact, a true statement 

But still I grind 'cause in the end I want more than Nathan 

Smokin' kush, tryin' to ease them thoughts with vapors 

But my mind stuck on gettin' big faces 

Racin' toward the guap, these niggas still chasin' 

Runnin' in place, tryin' to catch up with their replacements 

Made it to the majors, live from the basement 

Straight to the rooftop with spacious livin' spaces 

With cases of the Clicquot, trees in different flavors 

Runnin' the game the OGs gave us 

Hey, hey, hey on G's 

Niggas ain't fuckin' with my team at all 

Fall back, dawg 

If it ain't about no loot we can't get at y'all 

Hey, hey, hey on G's 

Niggas ain't fuckin' with my team at all 

Fall back, dawg 

If it ain't about no loot we can't get at y'all 

Hey