Oil Money Lyrics - Str8 Killa - Freddie Gibbs

[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish] 

Where do we have to go 

I don't know, let me know where we end up 

Cause I'm not about to sit and watch it get us 

Just picture the stickers is on it 

And it's flashy, flauntin', funny that them people only want that gold to pawn it 

I need that gold to wear it on the court like I'm Jordan 

Performin', I'm scorin' way more than I'm supposed to and I'm lookin' way better in person than my photos 

But let's not talk about me 

Let's talk about this 

If it's too hot then take your hands off 

Pass it like Joe Montana 

Champions 

Hats off, salute 

Now what do you look forward to, the landing or the take off 

Get back cause them apes I gotta harlem shake off 

I got the paint, I just need some shit to paint on 

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[Chorus:] 

This is a lullaby 

Not intended to make you cry 

But to open up your eyes 

And in this lullaby 

You got to do right 

Before you die 

Before you die 

[Verse 2: Chip Tha Ripper] 

Cleveland nigga wintertime I catch a flight to somewhere sunny 

Come to visit 

Fuck yo couch they shouldn't have gave us niggas money 

For the honeys 

Like they woulda said in '94 

Bumpin jodisee and anything I say will probly go 

While we smoking in that 'Lac truck headed to the mall 

Now we coppin' even though I left my wallet in the car 

Yeah she got it, deposit we got it, good credit good head and it's all copasetic 

She cool and she get it, priceless 

The nice tits, she got that look twice chest, she righteous we might just 

Valet the Mercedes in the front just to give 'em what they want 

Cameras flashin' hoppin' out with the blunt 

Photos 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] 

Who knew this rappin' shit would pay off 

I'm firin' up the kill like I got fired on my day off 

See a whole lotta niggas get broke and like some broad they like to break off 

And the same old bitch that spent their change with be the same bitch I'm gonna shake off 

The monster of the mid yo 

Quick to Richard Dent a nigga 

Peace to all my OT hoes and the gifts they love to send a nigga 

Fresh white socks and a black d bones 

We done rode down back and [?] 

Bend these foes on stage at the show blowin' out those swishas witcha 

(Feel it nigga) 

If ya'll broke then I can keep my day job 

Ski mask is my uniform and them dope dealers gonna stay robbed 

T-top ceiling and my dank still stinkin' and I crush ya feelings like the saints did peyton 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 4: Bun B] 

Fresh pair of levi's white t and 6 carmines 

Hoppin' out some 2010 shit yes, the car's mine 

Sittin' in Corinthians sit back watch the stars shine 

I know you starstruck shit I can leave a star blind 

Booyah just like Isaiah 

A playa, the pro bowl, the mayor 

I'm so cold, they stare 

The ho stroll's prepared I'm pimpin' my ride out 

Then back to my lair 

The honeycomb hideout 

Your honey's go hide out in my crib like a fugitive 

She wanna have a ball I told her I got two to give 

She wanna see the flashin' lights and red carpet 

I let her pop a double stack, I'm tryin' to start shit 

She's on her bare skin layin' in a bear skin 

Her body's super thick and it's fair skin, I'm there then 

On my sofa smokin' jacket Gucci loafers and I'm blowin' on a swisher while she's blowin' me 

It's over 

[Repeat]