Massaging The Money (feat. Shad Da God) - DJ T. Lewis

(Xayy, why you do it to 'em?), yeah Say love, I wanna make love with you See me and all of this paper (Ooh) Bad ting, got the million shape-up, huh, oh yeah Say love, don't be a stranger (Oh) 'Cause I got time I got time today, yeah, I got time (Yeah, I got time) I got time today, yeah, I got time (Yeah, I got time) I got time today, yeah, I got time (Oh, I got time) I got time today, yeah, I got time for you Wake up, you don't cover your face up, oh, ooh Makeup, you don't need no makeup, you perfect (Yeah) Say love, I wanna link up, me and you Say less, don't gotta speak on what we gon' do I love, love when you send me a text sayin', "Boo, come through" You love love letters I wrote to you (Yeah) What if I only dream about you? Don't wake up, don't want to, here without you (You) Say love, I wanna make love with you (Yeah) See me and all of this paper (All this paper, yeah, ooh) Bad ting, got the million shape-up, huh, oh yeah Say love, don't be a stranger (Don't be) 'Cause I got time I got time today, yeah, I got time (Yeah, I got time) I got time today, yeah, I got time (Yeah, yeah, baby, I got time) I got time today, yeah, I got time (Oh, I got time) I got time today, yeah, I got time for you I had to pay her tuition, The way this lil' baby was suckin' my nuts (I had to pay her tuition) I gotta keep this shit pimpin', man, I'm never fallin' in love with a slut (No) I gotta tell you it was written the way that A young nigga came up, yeah (I gotta tell you) Look at the opps behind us (Woah) Look at this foreign shit around us (Woo) I got a slime, yeah, yeah I got a slime, yeah, yeah yeah Drinkin' on green, yeah, yeah (Drinkin' on green) Feel like it's pine, yeah, yeah The bitch ain't mine, yeah, yeah Her card is declined, yeah, yeah Triple my cups, triple my doses, I'm triplin' up (Triple up) I got some time to go gamble, I'm hittin' my point in the book (Hittin' my point in the book) Fuck it, we choose to gamble, girl, But that shit addin' up (Hop in the trap with a player) Hop in the trap with a P, We gon' stay with an AK and seven G's (Hop in the trap) How you know it's less? I say look how this shit blessed (Blessed, blessed) 'Cause you bust it one time and it's two-tone I'm tryna stand in that shit like a shoe line Time is the essence, this AP worth ten dimes Tell me you choosin', are you tryna get walked down? You can punch my number like the lunch line You gon' see how the wood sound (See how the wood sound) It gon' be pullin' up (God) I might just hop out, that stick in the tuck Say love, I wanna make love with you See me and all of this paper (Ooh, ooh) Bad ting, got the million shape-up, huh, oh yeah Say love, don't be a stranger 'Cause I got time I got time today, yeah, I got time (Yeah, I got time) I got time today, yeah, I got time (Yeah, I got time) I got time today, yeah, I got time (Oh, I got time) I got time today, yeah, I got time for you

Niggas try me, catch fifty first Choppa so big nigga hit reverse I'mma draw down on you and your partner so perfect You gon' think this shit rehearsed I can spit the verse but can't handle the repercussions AK clips and Russians Blood is rushing, cold-ass Swiss accounts So you know the coats is Tuscan Lady Ramkin, nigga, I'm a bear Backwoods, weed, nigga, put it in the air Black mead cover up the living room chair Chinchillas cover up my bitches over there Westside, I can make a killing over there Eastside, I can't pimp without Slim Spodee on deck, can't kill it without him Three crazy, front pocket on dip, blow I was kickin' my shit, just cooling, 'bout to smoke another O Kickin' my feet up, y'all niggas cheaters, probably rollin' with your ho Now all these folks got somethin' to say about where I be and where I go I heard niggas was lookin' for me, pussy nigga, here I go Here I go, here I go (pussy nigga, here I go) Here I go, here I go Probably with your bitch – big butt, can't fit up in the Six A hundred whole bucks'll get you two purple zips A hundred whole bands made the AP glitch She don't wanna fuck me, she wanna fuck my wrist Tell her like Young Dro: "fuck that bitch" (I said fuck that bitch) Bought a 357, went back to the neighbourhood, bought that bitch (3: T.I.) You niggas better go on with the buster shit I send 50 then empty out another clip I'm Westside ridin' my hooptie still On the phone seeing where my little cousin is (I'm on the Southside right now) (It ain't nothin' in the whip but some dope and some tools) And nigga we so deep, so don't even If it ain't on me, I'm strapped like a fool, biotch! (I know a nigga that cut work, bitch) (Ride with bricks like it's no risk) (Buddy, yay cost two bands) I'm so ma'fuckin' focussed But these niggas said they G? They some pussies to me Read more atFuck what you heard, that chopper'll get a ma'fucka's mind right (4: Mystikal) They be swinging on a trapper like a lumberjack I'm doper than a drum full of crack I get it popping light a lightning bolt Yeah, motherfucker, I got my thunder back My looks made your sister wanna ride the dick My beats made your brother wanna bow to rap My smoke strong, made your daddy wanna roll a blunt Your mama holler: "Ain't nobody got time for that!" Turn from a human to a wolf on the song Bitch I rip these shows, you can ask these hoes They be standin' in the front screaming: "We want more!" I was at it for an hour She couldn't catch her breath, but she still want more After the show, I handle my motherfuckin' business Need I say more? T.I. sent me a song and said: "OG, merk that bitch!" He said it real familiar, and it was real familiar So I lit up and hurt that bitch Give a fuck? Never, sir Don't give a shit, suck my dick Give a damn, here I am – you lookin' for me, bitch?!

We turn Miami to Sky-ami We do this without any shenani' She ready, spaghetti (yeah, yeah) I'm throwin' them baguettes (yeah, yeah) I'm cuttin' shit up like machete (uh) More hundo, the solo, I'm ripped The king, I'm the GOAT, I'm your daddy Put my finger in her pussy, VVS' Hit her like a porn star, I came heavy She can tell my persona, that's the difference Put it down in her tonsils I'm responsible, bitch, I'm doin' my numbers No matter what I done conquered I'm goin' back in and goin' bonkers Bad bitch, she wearin' a different bag in all her pics As long as she listenin', ain't doing nothin' suspicious, know that bitch be glistenin' Bitch inspire me, get more money and I go out to get it Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these mills consistent Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' this money consistent Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these racks consistent Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these racks consistent Tell me you proud of me Every time I come through, and I hit it, no one fly as me I been like this since-since I was an infant, they on gang time Soon as I get off the jet, I'm in the trenches throwin' up gang signs I know how to take this cash and go and flip it I go in the bank now Tell 'em to bring it out and break out Got to work hard for it Turn the Chanel store to a hangout Bigger than Rocko Bitch get close to me and faint now Must be star-struck Anything else gettin' gunned down Bitch inspire me, get more money and I go out to get it Stay on gang time Soon as I get off the jet, I'm in the trenches throwin' up gang signs I know how to take this cash and go and flip it Go to work hard for it Turn the Chanel store to a hangout And bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these mills consistent Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' this money consistent Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these racks consistent Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these racks consistent Gettin' these racks

What a sad state of affairs I'm in Cause I'm tryin to compete where I just don't fit in Cause the country (if you call it that) from off the road Ain't country just because I'm old enough to know that That ain't country That's a natural fact They're full of tails of good times and happy endings My life ain't like that So I'll keep listening to the old songs That my Grandad used to play Full of pain and heartache and desperation and the ones that got away The ones that speak to me, the way I feel today So tell me, whatever happened to the country songs Full of truth and consequences all the things gone wrong Someone came and changed it up, made it all a lie I'd like to spit a little beachnut right in that dude's eye, cause That ain't country That's a natural fact They're full of tails of good times and happy endings My life ain't like that So I'll keep listening to the old songs That my Grandad used to play Full of pain and heartache and desperation and the ones that got away The ones that speak to me, the way I feel today (Now listen here) We got Waylon singin songs bout a Ramblin Man And Junior's got a cold one in his hand And the Pussum's gettin drunk again imagine that And Charlie Daniels playin fiddle underneath that hat And John and June are goin back and forth again And David Allan Coe is singin bout his kin And Haggard sings the songs that'll save your soul And Willie sings the songs about the hearts he stole, cause That shit's country That's a natural fact It's full of tails of hard times and complications Ain't life like that So I'll keep listening to the old songs That my Grandad used to play Full of pain and heartache and desperation and the ones that got away The ones that speak to me, the way I feel today The ones that speak to me The way I feel today