"December First" lyrics
Yeah
Yeah
(Damn, Tooch)
Yeah
I ain't takin' no time off, fresh out the water, no dryin' off
Pif tryna hide all the weed smell, now the whole house smell like Pine-Sol
Flippin' them 'bows like lime sauce, strapped like a motherfuckin' crime boss
Okay, tick-tock, time is money, but you can't make back the time lost
Don't mind me, I paid all my dues, mind your business, don't mind the cost
Fresh to death, white lined in chalk, rock more Supreme than Diana Ross
Got it out the mud, not tryna floss, look too close, mind find my flaws
Two-Clip Trip been grindin' hard, even back when we was grindin' soft
Bitch, I'm shinin' like I was diamond-studded, big papa pump, I'm a Steiner Brother
Got binoculars and I'm poppin' up with a road map tryna find some trouble
Here I is, Guerilla Clique still killin' shit with no sign of struggle
Say more money, more problems for me and the haters comin' like a dime a dozen
My wife ain't here, I'ma fly her to me, she spoiled, so I gotta buy her somethin'
Phone's hummin' like the dryer runnin', if you chase it, you never runnin' out of money
Full speed ahead while leanin' backwards, told the bank teller on to greener pastures
Might spill on you, might need a napkin, if it's beef you bringin', please bring a spatula
Cook with me, stand-up guy, but it's a crook in me
Two-Clip Trip, two clips indeed, except I come from pushin' P's, literally
Shinin' on 'em, money so tall, I'm climbin' on it
I went and signed my damn self and now I gotta give myself a signing bonus, wait
Shinin' on 'em, money so tall, I'm climbin' on it
My daughter just sent me her Christmas list, this girl just asked for a damn pony (Damn)
Took a long look in the mirror, almost had me a fan moment
You damn right I chase the money, my Ben Franklins got pants on 'em
No time off, fresh out the water, no dryin' off
Pif tryna hide all the weed smell, now the whole house smell like Pine-Sol
Flippin' them 'bows like lime sauce, strapped like a motherfuckin' crime boss
Okay, tick-tock, time is money, but you can't make back the time lost
Don't mind me, I paid all my dues, mind your business, don't mind the cost
Fresh to death, white lined in chalk, rock more Supreme than Diana Ross
Got it out the mud, not tryna floss, look too close, might find my flaws (Damn, Tooch)
Two-Clip Trip been grindin' hard, even back when we was grindin' soft
Long live Pif
Yeah
(Damn, Tooch)
Yeah
I ain't takin' no time off, fresh out the water, no dryin' off
Pif tryna hide all the weed smell, now the whole house smell like Pine-Sol
Flippin' them 'bows like lime sauce, strapped like a motherfuckin' crime boss
Okay, tick-tock, time is money, but you can't make back the time lost
Don't mind me, I paid all my dues, mind your business, don't mind the cost
Fresh to death, white lined in chalk, rock more Supreme than Diana Ross
Got it out the mud, not tryna floss, look too close, mind find my flaws
Two-Clip Trip been grindin' hard, even back when we was grindin' soft
Bitch, I'm shinin' like I was diamond-studded, big papa pump, I'm a Steiner Brother
Got binoculars and I'm poppin' up with a road map tryna find some trouble
Here I is, Guerilla Clique still killin' shit with no sign of struggle
Say more money, more problems for me and the haters comin' like a dime a dozen
My wife ain't here, I'ma fly her to me, she spoiled, so I gotta buy her somethin'
Phone's hummin' like the dryer runnin', if you chase it, you never runnin' out of money
Full speed ahead while leanin' backwards, told the bank teller on to greener pastures
Might spill on you, might need a napkin, if it's beef you bringin', please bring a spatula
Cook with me, stand-up guy, but it's a crook in me
Two-Clip Trip, two clips indeed, except I come from pushin' P's, literally
Shinin' on 'em, money so tall, I'm climbin' on it
I went and signed my damn self and now I gotta give myself a signing bonus, wait
Shinin' on 'em, money so tall, I'm climbin' on it
My daughter just sent me her Christmas list, this girl just asked for a damn pony (Damn)
Took a long look in the mirror, almost had me a fan moment
You damn right I chase the money, my Ben Franklins got pants on 'em
No time off, fresh out the water, no dryin' off
Pif tryna hide all the weed smell, now the whole house smell like Pine-Sol
Flippin' them 'bows like lime sauce, strapped like a motherfuckin' crime boss
Okay, tick-tock, time is money, but you can't make back the time lost
Don't mind me, I paid all my dues, mind your business, don't mind the cost
Fresh to death, white lined in chalk, rock more Supreme than Diana Ross
Got it out the mud, not tryna floss, look too close, might find my flaws (Damn, Tooch)
Two-Clip Trip been grindin' hard, even back when we was grindin' soft
Long live Pif
