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letra de heavy weights - eastside lito

[intro: detwan love]
(ooh, bam)
’cause i want to
gettin’ money ’cause i want to
huh
i’m gettin’ money ’cause i want to
i’m gettin’ money ’cause i want to
yeah, b-tch
(i’ll put packs in her p-ssy ’cause i want to)

[verse 1: detwan love]
we can stuff packs in her p-ssy ’cause i want to
i play the game and make plays ’cause i want to
for that money, man, i never went to f-ckin’ school
and where i’m at, b-tch, i’m probably at your bae house
it’s a good day, i don’t want to bring drac’ out
p-ssy n-gga can’t touch me, i might break out
you see that 40 on my waist, that b-tch poke out
my young dog in the cut, he’ll pop out
could’ve hit his b-tch the first day, but i ain’t want to
i was young doin’ everything they told you don’t do
if you ain’t tryna get that money, then stay in your lane
push-start, high off molly, swervin’ lane to lane
gotta watch who i be servin’, n-ggas tellin’ fake
he’ll put the raid on you ’cause he can’t get money with you
i was twelve years old in a raid on drank
rest in peace to bandana, it was flame insane
[chorus: eastside lito]
we makin’ plays every day, tryna make a way (to do it)
catch me in the kitchen slavin’ at the microwave (you know it)
i gotta get it, gotta get it, ain’t no time to play (let’s get it)
organized crime, but we ain’t robbin’ banks (no)
on my mama, i’m grindin’, get it in every way (gotta get it)
b-tch, i’m a heavyweight, wristwork heavy, man (yeah)
that money stupid and sloppy up in these robin jeans (b-tch)
i’m goin’ hard than a b-tch, that’s why they f-ck with me (b-tch)

[verse 2: eastside lito]
i grind hard as a b-tch, only see dollar signs
block hot as a motherf-cker, no fahrenheit
i like my money in blue strips, water and ice
b-tch, i’m self-made, slingin’ paradise
i’m gettin’ money from shakin’ these f-ckin’ pair of dice
on the block with it, slappin’ like i was ike
get a n-gga gone for the right price
playin’ with me, i’ma have to pull a suge knight
tunnel vision, i’m focused, i’m on my sh-t now
puttin’ on for my n-ggas soon as i touch down
i get love from my city, eastside to buck town
we gettin’ money, trap life, b-tch, we up now
now we sippin’ money, that morton’s up in my cup now
hit the city, put pointers up in my buffs now
no, this ain’t no baguette, b-tch, this a bustdown
(no, this ain’t no baguette, b-tch, this a bustdown)
[chorus: eastside lito]
we makin’ plays every day, tryna make a way (to do it)
catch me in the kitchen slavin’ at the microwave (you know it)
i gotta get it, gotta get it, ain’t no time to play (let’s get it)
organized crime, but we ain’t robbin’ banks (no)
on my mama, i’m grindin’, get it in every way (gotta get it)
b-tch, i’m a heavyweight, wristwork heavy, man (yeah)
that money stupid and sloppy up in these robin jeans (b-tch)
i’m goin’ hard than a b-tch, that’s why they f-ck with me (b-tch)

[verse 3: rio da yung og]
b-tch, i’m a heavyweight
meet a plug, cut the drugs, then i celebrate
psych, i don’t really sell drugs, i be exaggerating
four hundred fiends waitin’ on me, havin’ a congregation
but i ain’t sell ’em sh-t, we had a conversation
told ’em i don’t sell dope, made ’em buy ghetto babies
drunk a pint without no pop, i’m discombobulated
pooder poppin’ percs every hour like his body achin’
if you see me in the club, then somebody paid me
we gotta move the spot, i think they ’bout to raid it
now i’m on the east f-ckin’ with lito
k bullets long and they burn, they hot cheetos
eighty-eight shots in the clip, only dropped three, though
he ain’t die, i shot him one more time, that’s a free throw
you bought a pint of hit lean, you ain’t sleep, bro
cooked a brick, i had to let it dry, this sh-t a week old
[chorus: eastside lito]
we makin’ plays every day, tryna make a way (to do it)
catch me in the kitchen slavin’ at the microwave (you know it)
i gotta get it, gotta get it, ain’t no time to play (let’s get it)
organized crime, but we ain’t robbin’ banks (no)
on my mama, i’m grindin’, get it in every way (gotta get it)
b-tch, i’m a heavyweight, wristwork heavy, man (yeah)
that money stupid and sloppy up in these robin jeans (b-tch)
i’m goin’ hard than a b-tch, that’s why they f-ck with me (b-tch)

- eastside lito

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