"5 Percenters" lyrics
I see a money bag
So [?] the register
Cause I want all of that
Yes I want all of that
And I ain't folding back
Cause I want all of that
I want all of that
Tell 'em we back
Back in the flesh, back in the black, yeah
Black and I'm blessed
Packin' the vest, collecting the tax, yeah
Homie you next
I'm pulling your leg, you gotta relax, yeah
Don't get in your head
They trynna get you for that dollar dollar dollar dollar bill, kid
Trynna put a comma comma comma in my will, kid
Homie I want all of that
Na-na I want more than that
Boy too sharp can't fall for that
Click-click gimme all of that
Look, look
Too many opps
Too many snakes
Nothing authentic I reckon there's too many bots
Too many fakes
I'm feelin bad for my son, it's too many thots
Too many cakes
Of course [?] have to eating them too
I'm leaving LA but I'm keeping the view
You finna hang if it's speaking the truth, fuck it
Coming from under my rock
Our shit is classic, don't got the time
If you was thinking of runnin' the clock
Yo, who callin the shots?
I guess it's who taking the shots
Out of my shell, I'm out of my box
I'm ringing your bell, I know you're inside
W-w-working all week, but I'm bout to hit a lick
Nigga riding for the [?] and we all get rich
Nigga staying low key with the 5 percenters
Nigga staying low key with the 5 percenters
[?] yourself
I see a money bag
So [?] the register
Cause I want all of that
Yes I want all of that
And I ain't folding back
Cause I want all of that
I want all of that
Yeah, yeah
Get up and water the grass
All of that energy lost
You callin' it back
No teleporting the flask
Had to let go of the mask
You throw out the trash
Don't give a fuck where it [?]
Nigga can never be bought
But pour in the cash
Whistling showing the stash
I won't be caught in a trap, hoe
Bitch don't stop my cash flow
Fuck around get clapped on
Said I can't go back home
Guess what bitch I'm back home
I know that I'm cool as shit, do not get me mad though
I ain't one to do this shit, but I'll beat that ass, hoe
What you say?
"I got time, I got time" point it at your head
Speak your mind, speak your mind
Nigga shut the fuck up, like it's Friday after next
I don't wanna hear the speech
I'm just picking up the check
Homie ain't fucking around
Loading the clip, ducking around
Nigga we runnin' the show
Cuttin' the dough, rolling the loud
See how they come and they go
We laying low, stick in the ground
We bout to kick in the door
Homie for sure, I know you been
W-w-working all week, but I'm bout to hit a lick
Nigga riding for the [?] and we all get rich
Nigga staying low key with the 5 percenters
Nigga staying low key with the 5 percenters
[?] yourself
I see a money bag
So [?] the register
Cause I want all of that
Yes I want all of that
And I ain't folding back
Cause I want all of that
I want all of that
Yeah, yeah
So [?] the register
Cause I want all of that
Yes I want all of that
And I ain't folding back
Cause I want all of that
I want all of that
Tell 'em we back
Back in the flesh, back in the black, yeah
Black and I'm blessed
Packin' the vest, collecting the tax, yeah
Homie you next
I'm pulling your leg, you gotta relax, yeah
Don't get in your head
They trynna get you for that dollar dollar dollar dollar bill, kid
Trynna put a comma comma comma in my will, kid
Homie I want all of that
Na-na I want more than that
Boy too sharp can't fall for that
Click-click gimme all of that
Look, look
Too many opps
Too many snakes
Nothing authentic I reckon there's too many bots
Too many fakes
I'm feelin bad for my son, it's too many thots
Too many cakes
Of course [?] have to eating them too
I'm leaving LA but I'm keeping the view
You finna hang if it's speaking the truth, fuck it
Coming from under my rock
Our shit is classic, don't got the time
If you was thinking of runnin' the clock
Yo, who callin the shots?
I guess it's who taking the shots
Out of my shell, I'm out of my box
I'm ringing your bell, I know you're inside
W-w-working all week, but I'm bout to hit a lick
Nigga riding for the [?] and we all get rich
Nigga staying low key with the 5 percenters
Nigga staying low key with the 5 percenters
[?] yourself
I see a money bag
So [?] the register
Cause I want all of that
Yes I want all of that
And I ain't folding back
Cause I want all of that
I want all of that
Yeah, yeah
Get up and water the grass
All of that energy lost
You callin' it back
No teleporting the flask
Had to let go of the mask
You throw out the trash
Don't give a fuck where it [?]
Nigga can never be bought
But pour in the cash
Whistling showing the stash
I won't be caught in a trap, hoe
Bitch don't stop my cash flow
Fuck around get clapped on
Said I can't go back home
Guess what bitch I'm back home
I know that I'm cool as shit, do not get me mad though
I ain't one to do this shit, but I'll beat that ass, hoe
What you say?
"I got time, I got time" point it at your head
Speak your mind, speak your mind
Nigga shut the fuck up, like it's Friday after next
I don't wanna hear the speech
I'm just picking up the check
Homie ain't fucking around
Loading the clip, ducking around
Nigga we runnin' the show
Cuttin' the dough, rolling the loud
See how they come and they go
We laying low, stick in the ground
We bout to kick in the door
Homie for sure, I know you been
W-w-working all week, but I'm bout to hit a lick
Nigga riding for the [?] and we all get rich
Nigga staying low key with the 5 percenters
Nigga staying low key with the 5 percenters
[?] yourself
I see a money bag
So [?] the register
Cause I want all of that
Yes I want all of that
And I ain't folding back
Cause I want all of that
I want all of that
Yeah, yeah
