"Net Worth" lyrics
Don Trip & Pif Lyrics
(DTdaKidd)
(Beat those drums)
[Pif:]
Fuck it, I'ma get ignant first
Super Soaker wet up your shirt
From the mud and not the dirt
Fuck your pussy, what's in your purse?
Bread first, then let's see how that head work
Network, shit, that show me net worth
Been workin' all summer, 'bout to hurt 'em all winter
Back to ballin' on you bitches, we winnin', let's get it
Keep bitches out your business, give these bitches the business
I'm 'bout to make a killing, 'cause nowadays, they in they feelings
I been chasin' dead people all summer, my pockets haunted
I'm the type to get ghost if you ain't talkin' money
Stand down 'fore it's man down, nigga get pat down
Fuck a handout to stand out on that route
Homie, I just point a finger and my hitter squeeze
Shit, boy, this like a breeze, I do this shit with ease
I was gon' leave the game, your bitch won't let me leave
I'm chasin' checks, I can't let that gossip get to me, try me, be a memory
Fuck it, I'ma get ignant first
Super Soaker wet up your shirt
From the mud and not the dirt
Fuck your pussy, what's in your purse?
Bread first, then let's see how that head work
Network, shit, that show me net worth
[Don Trip:]
Hold up, wait
If you got my money, then we have to meet you, baby
I been 'bout my paper since I had to trap to keep her
Say you trust that little sassy diva 'cause she bad and freaky
'Til I get that bitch alone and she tell all your nasty secrets
Niggas talk too much
We wouldn't know your business if that ho wasn't in it
Stalk your Instagram, niggas get a few dollars, then get photogenic
Find out where you stay, you think you safe until your door get entered
Posted where you live, you might as well invited us over for dinner
Cliff ain't got no home trainin', take everything ain't nailed down
We already know where you hid the money, the bitch gave up all the whereabouts
You already know what this is, bro, please don't make us spell it out
Really don't feel like searchin' for it, make your bitch ass help out
Try with all that hero shit, turn this pistol to a murder weapon
I hope someone learned they lesson, there's a sucker born every thirty seconds
I ain't sayin' we done it, maybe we did, maybe we didn't
Hmm, I plead the Fifth, long live Pif
(DTdaKidd)
(Beat those drums)
(Beat those drums)
[Pif:]
Fuck it, I'ma get ignant first
Super Soaker wet up your shirt
From the mud and not the dirt
Fuck your pussy, what's in your purse?
Bread first, then let's see how that head work
Network, shit, that show me net worth
Been workin' all summer, 'bout to hurt 'em all winter
Back to ballin' on you bitches, we winnin', let's get it
Keep bitches out your business, give these bitches the business
I'm 'bout to make a killing, 'cause nowadays, they in they feelings
I been chasin' dead people all summer, my pockets haunted
I'm the type to get ghost if you ain't talkin' money
Stand down 'fore it's man down, nigga get pat down
Fuck a handout to stand out on that route
Homie, I just point a finger and my hitter squeeze
Shit, boy, this like a breeze, I do this shit with ease
I was gon' leave the game, your bitch won't let me leave
I'm chasin' checks, I can't let that gossip get to me, try me, be a memory
Fuck it, I'ma get ignant first
Super Soaker wet up your shirt
From the mud and not the dirt
Fuck your pussy, what's in your purse?
Bread first, then let's see how that head work
Network, shit, that show me net worth
[Don Trip:]
Hold up, wait
If you got my money, then we have to meet you, baby
I been 'bout my paper since I had to trap to keep her
Say you trust that little sassy diva 'cause she bad and freaky
'Til I get that bitch alone and she tell all your nasty secrets
Niggas talk too much
We wouldn't know your business if that ho wasn't in it
Stalk your Instagram, niggas get a few dollars, then get photogenic
Find out where you stay, you think you safe until your door get entered
Posted where you live, you might as well invited us over for dinner
Cliff ain't got no home trainin', take everything ain't nailed down
We already know where you hid the money, the bitch gave up all the whereabouts
You already know what this is, bro, please don't make us spell it out
Really don't feel like searchin' for it, make your bitch ass help out
Try with all that hero shit, turn this pistol to a murder weapon
I hope someone learned they lesson, there's a sucker born every thirty seconds
I ain't sayin' we done it, maybe we did, maybe we didn't
Hmm, I plead the Fifth, long live Pif
(DTdaKidd)
(Beat those drums)
