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Phife - DIFFERENT ROUTE Lyrics



Phife - DIFFERENT ROUTE Lyrics




I took a different route
I'm high as f*ck in the clouds, I ain't coming down
Bitch bad, she look like a model when she turn around
She know, she gotta watch her step when my cup around

Bring a friend if you tryna go another round
Hit the road, get some money when I'm out of town
Bitch looking at me in the club, so I took her down
Couple shots in, had to f*ck around and kick her out

Money on my mind, all I really think about
Same nigga with some new money, give me your account
When the bank open, get the cash, then I'm running out
Looking for a bitch with some money like I was a scout

But I don't need a bitch, I'm really what a bitch need
If we making sense, I might hit her on the cam
I might take a pic, what I'm sipping in this cup
Look like magic, get the pros stash shit

I know niggas who ain't playing around, they gon' pass you
I can send a check to a bitch, she gon' cash it
Hit the bitch once, hit her friend, then I pass her
Put that shit on, fresh to death like a casket

Why my old bitch looking mad that I passed her
All I really need is the money, you could have her
I'm driving fast on the road, I ain't crashing
Two bitches really pulled up without asking

I'm in the back with a dark tint
Looking in this bitch, you can't see cause it's 5 percent
Me and bro really dump grams cause it makes sense
Niggas in the way and they broke, they ain't got shit

Get them out the mix, all I know is real grit
Trying to show niggas how to make some money real quick
All I really know is some money and a bad bitch
Niggas talking bout the old money, that shit past tense

I got blues in the right, pinks in the left pocket
Tell me what you really need, I could tell you that I got it
I could put some money on his head, I might have to call it
If you not on what I'm on, I might cut you off

I might have to hit the bitch once, then I cut her off
Told coach , throw me in the game, let me get the ball
I'm throwing money in the air, she gon' let it fall
In my own lane, out the way, putting up a wall

I'm in the back with a dark tint
Looking in this bitch, you can't see cause it's 5 percent
Me and bro really dump grams cause it makes sense
Niggas in the way and they broke, they ain't got shit
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I took a different route
I'm high as f*ck in the clouds, I ain't coming down
Bitch bad, she look like a model when she turn around
She know, she gotta watch her step when my cup around

Bring a friend if you tryna go another round
Hit the road, get some money when I'm out of town
Bitch looking at me in the club, so I took her down
Couple shots in, had to f*ck around and kick her out

Money on my mind, all I really think about
Same nigga with some new money, give me your account
When the bank open, get the cash, then I'm running out
Looking for a bitch with some money like I was a scout

But I don't need a bitch, I'm really what a bitch need
If we making sense, I might hit her on the cam
I might take a pic, what I'm sipping in this cup
Look like magic, get the pros stash shit

I know niggas who ain't playing around, they gon' pass you
I can send a check to a bitch, she gon' cash it
Hit the bitch once, hit her friend, then I pass her
Put that shit on, fresh to death like a casket

Why my old bitch looking mad that I passed her
All I really need is the money, you could have her
I'm driving fast on the road, I ain't crashing
Two bitches really pulled up without asking

I'm in the back with a dark tint
Looking in this bitch, you can't see cause it's 5 percent
Me and bro really dump grams cause it makes sense
Niggas in the way and they broke, they ain't got shit

Get them out the mix, all I know is real grit
Trying to show niggas how to make some money real quick
All I really know is some money and a bad bitch
Niggas talking bout the old money, that shit past tense

I got blues in the right, pinks in the left pocket
Tell me what you really need, I could tell you that I got it
I could put some money on his head, I might have to call it
If you not on what I'm on, I might cut you off

I might have to hit the bitch once, then I cut her off
Told coach , throw me in the game, let me get the ball
I'm throwing money in the air, she gon' let it fall
In my own lane, out the way, putting up a wall

I'm in the back with a dark tint
Looking in this bitch, you can't see cause it's 5 percent
Me and bro really dump grams cause it makes sense
Niggas in the way and they broke, they ain't got shit
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Writer: Anthony Caulton
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Performed By: Phife
Language: English
Length: 1:56
Written by: Anthony Caulton

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