Twenty Five Eight Lyrics - Singles - Big Face Luciano

[Intro] Xavier White 

Give me a god damn hour lord yeah!!! 

[Hook: Xavier White] 

God damn, 

One time for the big homie 

One time for the big homie 

One time for the boss nigga always on his grind 

Screaming money ain't thang 

Gotta let a nigga know 

Need a fucking extra hour 

Cuz a nigga Tryina blow like 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight, 

Yeah!!!! 

One time for the boss nigga always on his grind screaming like... 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight 

Yeah... Give me a god damn hour lord yeah! 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight, 

baby!!! 

Big Face, Luciano... 

Yeah... Give me a god damn hour lord yeah!!! 

[Verse 1: Big Face Luciano] 

Money on my mind 

Dreaming what the creme about! 

On my grind like 9 to 5 

Homie I ain't clocking out 

Buzz getting bigger tho 

Watch me grow bean sprout 

Got these lames, out my lane 

Started me a G route 

On the road to riches 

Jumpin Ditches, it's a mean drought 

Flip digits acrobatic, boss route, 

I can feel it in the clouds, Looch getting closer now 

Pow, bust it down 

Bow down, here's the king 

Bada Bing! 

Listen to the speakers jump 

Watch my speakers thump 

So heavy in the streets 

All you rappers weak as fuck 

Blow past ya schmucks 

My bitch badder, Pockets Phatter!!! 

Big Face, it's in us we trust, uggh!!! 

You know the motto, 

Snap my fingers swallow 

Wind blow like Chicago 

Money I won the lotto 

King tut just like the Pharoah 

Today is now tomorrow 

Twenty five eight, 

Yes, it is the motto!!! 

[Hook 2: Xavier White] 

God damn, 

One time for the big homie 

One time for the big homie 

One time for the boss nigga always on his grind screaming like 

Money ain't thang 

Gotta let a nigga know 

Need a fucking extra hour 

Cuz a nigga Tryina blow like... 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight, 

Yeah... 

One time for the boss nigga always on his grind screaming like 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight, 

Yeah, give me a god damn hour lord, yeah... 

[Verse 2: Big Face Luciano] 

Manifest my destiny 

Call me Mr. Kennedy 

Certainly my melody 

Got you saying grace to me 

Sippin on the herbal tea 

Looking at the thrown's vacancy 

All I see is Ecstasy, while I'm counting all this, currency! 

Pleasantly my specialty! 

Guarantee my embassy in Tennessee or Germany! 

The weaponry the enemy, the recipe the enemy 

Suffer this pain, yes, through this penalty! 

The picture vivid 

The picture livid 

The vision gifted 

Feel the vision 

know the mission is chasing chicken! 

Road to riches 

Jumpin ditches, flippin digits 

We fourth and inches, 

Building bridges to go the distance! 

In an instant, competition need assistance 

Belichick strategic! 

Hip hop game anemic, my sound the sound of Jesus 

Too profound the Pope don't believe this! 

[Bridge: Xavier White] 

I be grinding all day 

I be hustling all night 

From sun set, to sun rise! 

Motivation is the money 

Competition is on my mind 

All the time... 

It's all mine 

Now tell me why do you 

Deserve it, 

deserve it more than me... 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight, 

[Hook 3: Xavier White] 

God damn, 

One time for the big homie 

One time for the big homie 

One time for the boss nigga always on his grind screaming like 

Money ain't thang 

Gotta let a nigga know 

Need a fucking extra hour 

Cuz a nigga tryina blow like 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight, 

Yeah... 

One time for the boss nigga always on his grind screaming like.... 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight, 

Yeah... 

Give me a god damn hour lord... Yeah!!! 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight, 

Twenty five eight, baby... 

Yeah... 

Give me a god damn hour lord, yeah... 

Yeah, yeah, yea, yea...