Dame Ellis - Buck Fifty Lyrics

My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
Real niggas they f*ck with me
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
Real niggas they f*ck with me
My niggas bout it my bitches bout it
My focus right but my vision cloudy
Peaceful man but my niggas rowdy
All the love I need is here around me
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
Real niggas they f*ck with me

Real nigga, never telling lies, when I'm killin shit is when I feel alive
She wanna bust it open like a pair of pliers but it's paper first I prioritize
F*ck a nine to five, f*ck a suit and tie, I'm trying to get it in until I close my eyes
When the hoes arrive, and the dough arrive
I'm gone thank the struggle and I'm gone thank the grind
I don't give a f*ck I get my paper up, till my paper up I can't get enough
I need old money that papyrus, till I'm rich enough the clubs pay for us
I'm on my grind like a skateboarder, money on my mind like It's cancerous
I gotta get it dawn till the dusk, till my pockets full and my Nikes bust
My presence felt and my moves shrouded, these women sweet & these haters sour
Can't get rich working by the hour so I'm trying to ball like Dwight Howard
I need the money I need the power, I can't get it acting like a coward
I wake up & I hit the shower, then I hit the booth the beat gets devoured
My clout up and my team ready, I spit poison my flow deadly
Got gold on like Lena Headey, ain't hearing shit that a nigga tell me
Them hoes thirsty, them niggas jealous, they see the talent & they see the ethic
Every day the boy grinding heavy till the paper up like it was embezzled

My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
Real niggas they f*ck with me
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
Real niggas they f*ck with me
My niggas bout it my bitches bout it
My focus right but my vision cloudy
Peaceful man but my niggas rowdy
All the love I need is here around me
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
Real niggas they f*ck with me

Still will I kill shit, got the red dot looking like a kill switch
See the grass been greener on my side, must be cause I only drop real shit
Aye
They money funny like a Peele skit, spit fire boy I know you gonna feel this
Aye
You best stop drop and roll hoe cause you know I know you know the deal bitch
I don't do no stressing, hit the spliff and pop two Excedrin
Repetition makes perfect rhetoric, I write till my fingers got me blurting expletives
Write hit songs in quick succession, hit the booth and do what's expected
Niggas steady hating they ain't learned a lesson
If that boy got a problem I'll solve his question
If it ain't about paper you must be nutty
I'll count till my fingertips good and bloody
I'll grind till my footprints good and muddy
I ain't on a paper chase trying to make new buddies
I'll break your Kevin Hart ain't nothin funny
And ain't shit free still up in the booth trying to grate the cheese
Weed still strong like Mister T, headfirst in the pussy like a DDT
Nigga CC me if you gotta problem, this is simple math bet we can solve it
My niggas in the dark like a pack of goblins, f*ck an olive branch all mine is all in
Agh

My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
Real niggas they f*ck with me
My niggas bout it my bitches bout it
My focus right but my vision cloudy
Peaceful man but my niggas rowdy
All the love I need is here around me
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
Real niggas they f*ck with me