歌曲 | Profit |
歌手 | Rittz |
专辑 | Next to Nothing (Deluxe Edition) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
feat, Shawty Fatt & Yelawolf | |
[Hook – Rittz] | |
Yep, yep, yep, ************ I’m all about my (profit) | |
Yep, yep, yep, don’t even try to count my (profit) | |
Yep, yep, yep, so stay the ****** up out my (profit) | |
Yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah | |
[Verse 1 – Yelawolf] | |
I got my buddies on the corner, in the back of the club with a sack | |
And they rolling up a jointer, smoking that country stash | |
You ain’t never seen a bull rider bumping UGK | |
Nah homie, you ain’t never seen that | |
****** it, [?] | |
Like a bucket seat | |
Hip hop make em all lean back | |
Make a ping pong ball jealous of the bounce | |
Chevrolet sitting tall like a cloud | |
Yeah, pick another trailer park girl up | |
Dirty blonde digger, ding dong, get out | |
Yeah, Imma let the lid out, ****** puffing in this jar, lightning bug | |
Southern hospitality, but I hospitalize you cause I’m nice enough | |
To spot a punk like a homophobic | |
I’m on it, my opponents know it | |
Get your money up D-boy | |
I ain’t a D-boy, but my folks they grow it | |
Done clipped the bud and done sold it | |
I been sipping Bud, you ain’t noticed? | |
I’m in the bible belt like a church, in the lobby | |
With an offering tray for that profit | |
[Hook] | |
[Verse 2 – Shawty Fatt] | |
Let me get started | |
Targeting artists, ain’t no dodging em, lodging them | |
Cause they fraudulous, yeah, my ho might been sporting ************t | |
No tours and ************t, no super Nintendo, but I got cartridges | |
Car******an ************t, working my big old tool like I know carpentry | |
Pardon me it’s the, ****** you know me, the hottest commodity | |
Probably catch me posted at penny province in poverty | |
Cause they copping it, stopping me, nope | |
No [?] copping me, nope | |
P O T B E L L, why the hell they riding my tail? | |
I’ll slow it down a minute (what?) | |
Cause I ain’t been around a minute | |
These ******s feeling themselves cause I let em borrow the crown a minute | |
And I'll admit I get beside myself sometimes | |
Only cause I know I got ****** rhymes | |
And my punch lines will ****** wit yo mind | |
I’m bucking, bout my | |
[Hook] | |
[Verse 3 – Rittz] | |
I am a real Slumerican | |
Told Yelawolf he can swear me in | |
I got a heavy double barrel in my box Chevy | |
When my album drop, everybody scared again | |
And I’m prepared to win at all costs | |
Y’all talk a lot of ************t, tryna tear my skin | |
And rumor has it I’m crazy, I need to see a therapist | |
Well if the shoe fits, ****** it Imma wear it then | |
Cause I’m a go getter, I would swear for ten | |
I’m bout to turn up like a sombrero rim | |
I'm kinda like a modern day Larry Flynn | |
It’s Slum ************t, baby ****** Katy Perry fans | |
I rep Atlanta, I ain’t never been to Paris, France | |
I switch lanes, crossing over like I’m Jeremy Lin | |
You can't admire me, don’t let me catch you staring pimp | |
I’m like a great white shark in this aquarium | |
When I was young, I knew kids out caroling | |
Around the holidays, they were pistol carrying | |
In the spare, getting paper was imperative | |
Reaching in my pocket, only thing there was lint | |
Well I compare with then, don’t want to spare a cent | |
We suited up in all black, in a pair of tens | |
I ran up in a local baller's house, I lay it down | |
Mother******, show me where it is | |
I’m bout to take that profit | |
[Hook] |
feat, Shawty Fatt Yelawolf | |
Hook Rittz | |
Yep, yep, yep, I' m all about my profit | |
Yep, yep, yep, don' t even try to count my profit | |
Yep, yep, yep, so stay the up out my profit | |
Yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah | |
Verse 1 Yelawolf | |
I got my buddies on the corner, in the back of the club with a sack | |
And they rolling up a jointer, smoking that country stash | |
You ain' t never seen a bull rider bumping UGK | |
Nah homie, you ain' t never seen that | |
it, ? | |
Like a bucket seat | |
Hip hop make em all lean back | |
Make a ping pong ball jealous of the bounce | |
Chevrolet sitting tall like a cloud | |
Yeah, pick another trailer park girl up | |
Dirty blonde digger, ding dong, get out | |
Yeah, Imma let the lid out, puffing in this jar, lightning bug | |
Southern hospitality, but I hospitalize you cause I' m nice enough | |
To spot a punk like a homophobic | |
I' m on it, my opponents know it | |
Get your money up Dboy | |
I ain' t a Dboy, but my folks they grow it | |
Done clipped the bud and done sold it | |
I been sipping Bud, you ain' t noticed? | |
I' m in the bible belt like a church, in the lobby | |
With an offering tray for that profit | |
Hook | |
Verse 2 Shawty Fatt | |
Let me get started | |
Targeting artists, ain' t no dodging em, lodging them | |
Cause they fraudulous, yeah, my ho might been sporting t | |
No tours and t, no super Nintendo, but I got cartridges | |
Car an t, working my big old tool like I know carpentry | |
Pardon me it' s the, you know me, the hottest commodity | |
Probably catch me posted at penny province in poverty | |
Cause they copping it, stopping me, nope | |
No ? copping me, nope | |
P O T B E L L, why the hell they riding my tail? | |
I' ll slow it down a minute what? | |
Cause I ain' t been around a minute | |
These s feeling themselves cause I let em borrow the crown a minute | |
And I' ll admit I get beside myself sometimes | |
Only cause I know I got rhymes | |
And my punch lines will wit yo mind | |
I' m bucking, bout my | |
Hook | |
Verse 3 Rittz | |
I am a real Slumerican | |
Told Yelawolf he can swear me in | |
I got a heavy double barrel in my box Chevy | |
When my album drop, everybody scared again | |
And I' m prepared to win at all costs | |
Y' all talk a lot of t, tryna tear my skin | |
And rumor has it I' m crazy, I need to see a therapist | |
Well if the shoe fits, it Imma wear it then | |
Cause I' m a go getter, I would swear for ten | |
I' m bout to turn up like a sombrero rim | |
I' m kinda like a modern day Larry Flynn | |
It' s Slum t, baby Katy Perry fans | |
I rep Atlanta, I ain' t never been to Paris, France | |
I switch lanes, crossing over like I' m Jeremy Lin | |
You can' t admire me, don' t let me catch you staring pimp | |
I' m like a great white shark in this aquarium | |
When I was young, I knew kids out caroling | |
Around the holidays, they were pistol carrying | |
In the spare, getting paper was imperative | |
Reaching in my pocket, only thing there was lint | |
Well I compare with then, don' t want to spare a cent | |
We suited up in all black, in a pair of tens | |
I ran up in a local baller' s house, I lay it down | |
Mother, show me where it is | |
I' m bout to take that profit | |
Hook |
feat, Shawty Fatt Yelawolf | |
Hook Rittz | |
Yep, yep, yep, I' m all about my profit | |
Yep, yep, yep, don' t even try to count my profit | |
Yep, yep, yep, so stay the up out my profit | |
Yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah | |
Verse 1 Yelawolf | |
I got my buddies on the corner, in the back of the club with a sack | |
And they rolling up a jointer, smoking that country stash | |
You ain' t never seen a bull rider bumping UGK | |
Nah homie, you ain' t never seen that | |
it, ? | |
Like a bucket seat | |
Hip hop make em all lean back | |
Make a ping pong ball jealous of the bounce | |
Chevrolet sitting tall like a cloud | |
Yeah, pick another trailer park girl up | |
Dirty blonde digger, ding dong, get out | |
Yeah, Imma let the lid out, puffing in this jar, lightning bug | |
Southern hospitality, but I hospitalize you cause I' m nice enough | |
To spot a punk like a homophobic | |
I' m on it, my opponents know it | |
Get your money up Dboy | |
I ain' t a Dboy, but my folks they grow it | |
Done clipped the bud and done sold it | |
I been sipping Bud, you ain' t noticed? | |
I' m in the bible belt like a church, in the lobby | |
With an offering tray for that profit | |
Hook | |
Verse 2 Shawty Fatt | |
Let me get started | |
Targeting artists, ain' t no dodging em, lodging them | |
Cause they fraudulous, yeah, my ho might been sporting t | |
No tours and t, no super Nintendo, but I got cartridges | |
Car an t, working my big old tool like I know carpentry | |
Pardon me it' s the, you know me, the hottest commodity | |
Probably catch me posted at penny province in poverty | |
Cause they copping it, stopping me, nope | |
No ? copping me, nope | |
P O T B E L L, why the hell they riding my tail? | |
I' ll slow it down a minute what? | |
Cause I ain' t been around a minute | |
These s feeling themselves cause I let em borrow the crown a minute | |
And I' ll admit I get beside myself sometimes | |
Only cause I know I got rhymes | |
And my punch lines will wit yo mind | |
I' m bucking, bout my | |
Hook | |
Verse 3 Rittz | |
I am a real Slumerican | |
Told Yelawolf he can swear me in | |
I got a heavy double barrel in my box Chevy | |
When my album drop, everybody scared again | |
And I' m prepared to win at all costs | |
Y' all talk a lot of t, tryna tear my skin | |
And rumor has it I' m crazy, I need to see a therapist | |
Well if the shoe fits, it Imma wear it then | |
Cause I' m a go getter, I would swear for ten | |
I' m bout to turn up like a sombrero rim | |
I' m kinda like a modern day Larry Flynn | |
It' s Slum t, baby Katy Perry fans | |
I rep Atlanta, I ain' t never been to Paris, France | |
I switch lanes, crossing over like I' m Jeremy Lin | |
You can' t admire me, don' t let me catch you staring pimp | |
I' m like a great white shark in this aquarium | |
When I was young, I knew kids out caroling | |
Around the holidays, they were pistol carrying | |
In the spare, getting paper was imperative | |
Reaching in my pocket, only thing there was lint | |
Well I compare with then, don' t want to spare a cent | |
We suited up in all black, in a pair of tens | |
I ran up in a local baller' s house, I lay it down | |
Mother, show me where it is | |
I' m bout to take that profit | |
Hook |