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GREEN LIKE TATUM Video (MV)




Performed By: Phife
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: Anthony Caulton




Phife - GREEN LIKE TATUM Lyrics




I know her pussy good, if she got babies
I can show em how to get to the bag, but I can't make em
I hit the hoes, you be playin' crazy, tryna save em

I be shootin' to the green real fast, like I'm Tatum
Got the blues and the pinks in my pocket like a baby
Put the pack in the mail, get it gone like Dababy
I'm not tryna have no conversation, bitch, you gotta pay me

I got bitches pullin' on my body like a nigga famous
When I make a hundred million, bitch, you know I gotta save em
I can't make the order, I'ma have my side bitch to place it
These niggas broke, they ain't got no money, that shit crazy

These niggas broke, they ain't got no money, cause they lazy
All these pros that I got came from dumpin grams
You won't see me in the club cause my name ain't Sam
Nigga, I'm the goat, you a lamb, what you tryna spend

I can make a five double up and turn it to a ten
I been catchin' all my plays fast like I'm Lil Lynn
Brodie, hit the bend, get to tripping hitting with the fn
You ain't gettin' money, we can't bring you in

I got niggas tryna make a hundred, started from a band
My bitch bad, cold as hell, she just like the wind
I can take a L and bounce back and then I get a win
I might have to hit a nigga bitch, can't take her to the crib

I might have to put it on her face, she gotta get a bib
Never aiming for the body, we be going for the lid
When I pour the Tris in the cup, I gotta watch it fizz
I'ma keep on getting to the bag cause it's common sense

Nigga, you got holes in your pocket like you was a fence
I got tats on my body, come and take a pic
I know her pussy good and she got babies
I can show them how to get to the bag but I can't make em

I hit the hoes, you be playing crazy tryna save em
I be shooting to the green real fast like I'm Tatum
Got the blues and the pinks in my pocket like a baby
Put the pack in the mail, get it gone like Dababy

I'm not tryna have no conversation, bitch, you gotta pay me
I got bitches pulling on my body like a nigga famous
No cap
I got bitches pulling on my body like a nigga famous

No cap
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I know her pussy good, if she got babies
I can show em how to get to the bag, but I can't make em
I hit the hoes, you be playin' crazy, tryna save em

I be shootin' to the green real fast, like I'm Tatum
Got the blues and the pinks in my pocket like a baby
Put the pack in the mail, get it gone like Dababy
I'm not tryna have no conversation, bitch, you gotta pay me

I got bitches pullin' on my body like a nigga famous
When I make a hundred million, bitch, you know I gotta save em
I can't make the order, I'ma have my side bitch to place it
These niggas broke, they ain't got no money, that shit crazy

These niggas broke, they ain't got no money, cause they lazy
All these pros that I got came from dumpin grams
You won't see me in the club cause my name ain't Sam
Nigga, I'm the goat, you a lamb, what you tryna spend

I can make a five double up and turn it to a ten
I been catchin' all my plays fast like I'm Lil Lynn
Brodie, hit the bend, get to tripping hitting with the fn
You ain't gettin' money, we can't bring you in

I got niggas tryna make a hundred, started from a band
My bitch bad, cold as hell, she just like the wind
I can take a L and bounce back and then I get a win
I might have to hit a nigga bitch, can't take her to the crib

I might have to put it on her face, she gotta get a bib
Never aiming for the body, we be going for the lid
When I pour the Tris in the cup, I gotta watch it fizz
I'ma keep on getting to the bag cause it's common sense

Nigga, you got holes in your pocket like you was a fence
I got tats on my body, come and take a pic
I know her pussy good and she got babies
I can show them how to get to the bag but I can't make em

I hit the hoes, you be playing crazy tryna save em
I be shooting to the green real fast like I'm Tatum
Got the blues and the pinks in my pocket like a baby
Put the pack in the mail, get it gone like Dababy

I'm not tryna have no conversation, bitch, you gotta pay me
I got bitches pulling on my body like a nigga famous
No cap
I got bitches pulling on my body like a nigga famous

No cap
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Writer: Anthony Caulton
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