Ludacris – Put Ya Money (Instrumental)
July 7, 2010 by
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putcha money where ya mouth is im sick,lyrics not hot they flaim retarded,started da tiolet im da sgrt gotta clique of marksmen dat’ll put up money ta c ya honey take off clothes just to hop like a bunny im nothin,dats what i hear from my niggas but da ones dat said aint no where near em,get em get em da bricks i gotta get em flip em send em down to houston,dats where my dude is choppin and screwin my music,bumpin my music,im not ray cash,cut tracks like butchers,smoke in da past,ashton kutcher
okay im bout to break this beat down/ u hear it in the streets, round/ about rhymes the kid spit/ by now u know i’m sick shit/ come git with/ the muthafuckin undisputed/ one to do it/ the wack emcee hurricane i’m runnin through it/ yeah puttin my money like luda do it/ so many niggaz u won’t even know who tha crew is/ .. yo but u know through and through i’m truest/ play with my green u gon find out who da bluest/ … 313 detroit city/ gritty/ girls walkin round with big…. aiight ima stop haha
im fly, everywhere i go
its swats/ all eyes on me
allotta eyes on me
i , stick to the paper
and when i get stuck, i buZZ
up the neiboors, , land on they shit
ill get/ back wit um later, clean wings
long prayers/ bling bling, all flavors
i write for the fuck of it, and a give whoever
the write punishment, i come here to go
stuntin/ then hump on a couple chicks
an go puntin, yall bunting, i go for the distance while the count going lower, i rolled over michelins, im fly like i toldja
worst ever…. fail
put ya money where ya mouth is/
better yet put ya mouth where ya bitch mouth is/
yall straight pussy/
and i’d be pussy if i didnt get the dick in/
this is a stick up…. dicking/
addicted to the money/
and my mind stuck in quick sand/
so u better get right quick/
or get left hit wit a right quick/
where the multis at youtube rappers?
where the multis at?
My flows are super lyrical’ critical’ to your comebacks,
i spit it fresh with no regrets bitch i state facts.
Exact timin’ while im chimin and climbin on your ass,
22 to your head son your on your last chance,
take a glance’ at my stance’ fore you step to this,
cause by the end of this,
you wont have the balls to diss.
And you say you run it?
the only thing you run is your mouth,
so stop playa hatin’ fore i make your mum go down south.
its all on ya bitch some coupons wouldnt save her,
she gone off her top then she top me like pringles,
popped three triple stacks now im geek’d like mac dre an them,
so blow it out ya ass hatin niggas u irrelevant,
accept me acknowledge me respect my conglomerant,
these is Great
this shit hot here me with this beatnext week on youtube
n u can be exhibit A,
layin next to da witness da shells da chalk da blood and da yellow tape,
i make a smooth escape,
an yo smartest move was jumpin n da game but da beef was a big mistake,
i have da strip locked down 2 da interstate,
lookin thru da cars 4 sum beef 4 my dinner plate
this iz yo boi Quarta Key a.k.a Grams b.k.a 252 comin outta da midwest (Rockford, IL Chicago, IL) let me know wat yall think all of it is off da dome within listenin to da track twice….. this in the last part
ok yall niggas n another league,
i cum thru sky blu lex coupe so cool like a summa breeze,
hah chu i get blessed everytime i sneeze,
so when u up i jus laugh like niggas please,
bein a thug n a g was never n yo genes,
im jus a twig off a branch of a legacy,
im standin firm on da top who say dey next to me,
da 40 cal will milk chocolate his ass like nestle,
i got tha recipe,
and all im missin is u an sum other lames so i can demonstrate my weaponry,
wat are you talking bout
fuck you nigga
it wasnt bad good shit
now im goin off da top of da head jus like ya bitch gave me, models wanna lay me freaky bitches rape me and da bitch you pay pays me, they cherish me like a baby they wanna have my babys im lying and tell em maybe, thats prolly why these haters wanna spray me in a casket lay me 6 feet deep i hear the goons 6 feet creep so i rest wit a 6 in my sheets
shit jus popped n my head to da beat lol
hanging from a celing?
comon dude you gots to be kidding.
let me teach you something bout killing.
its better when you see em bleeding.
any other killer out there agreeing?
I got the top spot and this shit will not flop so don’t call me divac um like a clock so you need to get your own two hands or get found hanging from a ceiling fan
I Agree 100%!
weak ass niggaz
jadakiss murked this beat
hey guys im making a diss track on one of my friends on this song cause he was acting all tuff and he wanted to kick my ass im diss him hard as fuck
yo yo hot shit, place ya money where it’s needed
the boy ain’t spittin cleans up, than what children ain’t seeking
i’m at my peek and, this is just a lil sneak
money invested in the cyphier, than a block full of freaks
spit hot shit on the web, you couldn’t even leak
cus flows like this blow bigger than dante’s peak
i’ma genuis to this game, like eienstein
but like a player, put the points up like kobe bryant
you can’t fuck wit it
broke niggas like u can’t even bet on it
put your money up,roll that sticky up/
i get lifted yup/
low from the codine and syrup/
im battin clean up,and im due up/
bangin that southern screw,thats wussup/
bitch gimmie some sprite so i can fill my cup/
and get screwed up/
enough wit the up,lets break it down/
roll up a pound in a blunt and clown/
smilin and jokin,niggas never frown/
if u want some problems,then throw it down/
this was written on the spot,i dont fake or play around/
i bring heat like d wade,that 45″ pound/
x should have a verse on it