Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
Nigga my hands in it
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
Nigga my hands in it
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
Nigga my hands in it
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
(You never see me you never see me nigga)
Niggas be talking all this work
But don't know where to shop
How much you spend on that bag
Boy! What you cop
That shit ain't even middle shelf
And you paid the highs
You barely made yo money back
That was a waste of time
Orchestrater
Paper chaser
Hands semi dirty
You might not see my face
But guaranteed my hands working
Lil bro been making bands
Off funeral services
Yo mans looking like he hungry
I prolly can service him
If yo brothers gettin money
Why you look hurtin
You see me up there on the mile that's just my foot workin
Had to switch up locations
Just cause the hooks lurkin
Try to take some shit from me
Make sure them foots workin
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
Nigga my hands in it
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
Nigga my hands in it
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
Nigga my hands in it
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
(You never see me you never see me nigga)
A whole lot of drug money
In a glad bag
Keep my hands in it
Like a baby wit his bad ass
Boy I check more numbers then a math class
Instead of hating you should eat me with yo mad ass
Ever spent yo last dollar
On a bad batch
You don't know
What I had to do
To get them bands back
All black XD
And the pants match
30 rounds poking out
That bitch
You better stand back
She get straight
To the head
Like a stanback
Then I'm straight
To the bread
Yea I ran back
I heard they said
Trappin dead
But who said that
And if these ain't
Them ones
They get mailed back
Auntie lookin
For them ones
But I don't sale that
Heard the doctor
Dropped them ones
Where them meds at
Heard the streets
Ain't showin love
Where yo cred at
Made bread
Outta crumbs
I really did that
Money Green - Wizard Kelly(feat Pusha Tone') Lyrics
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Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
Nigga my hands in it
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
Nigga my hands in it
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
Nigga my hands in it
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
(You never see me you never see me nigga)
Niggas be talking all this work
But don't know where to shop
How much you spend on that bag
Boy! What you cop
That shit ain't even middle shelf
And you paid the highs
You barely made yo money back
That was a waste of time
Orchestrater
Paper chaser
Hands semi dirty
You might not see my face
But guaranteed my hands working
Lil bro been making bands
Off funeral services
Yo mans looking like he hungry
I prolly can service him
If yo brothers gettin money
Why you look hurtin
You see me up there on the mile that's just my foot workin
Had to switch up locations
Just cause the hooks lurkin
Try to take some shit from me
Make sure them foots workin
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
Nigga my hands in it
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
Nigga my hands in it
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
Nigga my hands in it
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
(You never see me you never see me nigga)
A whole lot of drug money
In a glad bag
Keep my hands in it
Like a baby wit his bad ass
Boy I check more numbers then a math class
Instead of hating you should eat me with yo mad ass
Ever spent yo last dollar
On a bad batch
You don't know
What I had to do
To get them bands back
All black XD
And the pants match
30 rounds poking out
That bitch
You better stand back
She get straight
To the head
Like a stanback
Then I'm straight
To the bread
Yea I ran back
I heard they said
Trappin dead
But who said that
And if these ain't
Them ones
They get mailed back
Auntie lookin
For them ones
But I don't sale that
Heard the doctor
Dropped them ones
Where them meds at
Heard the streets
Ain't showin love
Where yo cred at
Made bread
Outta crumbs
I really did that
But you know my hands in it
Nigga my hands in it
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
Nigga my hands in it
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
Nigga my hands in it
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
(You never see me you never see me nigga)
Niggas be talking all this work
But don't know where to shop
How much you spend on that bag
Boy! What you cop
That shit ain't even middle shelf
And you paid the highs
You barely made yo money back
That was a waste of time
Orchestrater
Paper chaser
Hands semi dirty
You might not see my face
But guaranteed my hands working
Lil bro been making bands
Off funeral services
Yo mans looking like he hungry
I prolly can service him
If yo brothers gettin money
Why you look hurtin
You see me up there on the mile that's just my foot workin
Had to switch up locations
Just cause the hooks lurkin
Try to take some shit from me
Make sure them foots workin
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
Nigga my hands in it
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
Nigga my hands in it
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
Nigga my hands in it
Probably never see my face
But you know my hands in it
(You never see me you never see me nigga)
A whole lot of drug money
In a glad bag
Keep my hands in it
Like a baby wit his bad ass
Boy I check more numbers then a math class
Instead of hating you should eat me with yo mad ass
Ever spent yo last dollar
On a bad batch
You don't know
What I had to do
To get them bands back
All black XD
And the pants match
30 rounds poking out
That bitch
You better stand back
She get straight
To the head
Like a stanback
Then I'm straight
To the bread
Yea I ran back
I heard they said
Trappin dead
But who said that
And if these ain't
Them ones
They get mailed back
Auntie lookin
For them ones
But I don't sale that
Heard the doctor
Dropped them ones
Where them meds at
Heard the streets
Ain't showin love
Where yo cred at
Made bread
Outta crumbs
I really did that
Writer: Donel Green, Michael Ballard
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