Hush Money - Rocks & Acid (Official Video) [Lyrics in Description] - Video
PUBLISHED:  Dec 15, 2013
DESCRIPTION:
Video Directed by: Reid Davis
Song Produced by: Reid Davis
Recorded and Mixed by Sean King at Infamous Studios

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Lyrics Below:

Hook
Sunday, Monday (We going hard)
Get cha cash, get cha stacks (we going hard)
All night in the trap (we going hard)
Fall back, picture that ( we going hard)
Sunday, Monday (We going hard)
Get cha cash, get cha stacks (we going hard)
All night in the trap (we going hard)
Fall back, picture that ( we going hard)

Had to turn it up and I did so
Pocket full of that bank rollin
Bitch with a face like J Lo
Still move on the low from the po po
Get the dough, I'm down for the cause
Ain't no time to be taking flaws
Victory is so in me
Cruisin' round in that GT
Stunt all night I'm Birdman,
Fuck these niggas, they nerves man
On the block, I'm Ric Flair
Front on me, and there's shots there
Leave you down, fuck your crew
Y'all niggas fake, your career's through
On that line, I put it in
Teterboro, we taking off
Leer jet, I'm private man
Murder one, and I'm silent man
Racks on racks, rubber band
Bandana tied like a Taliban
You rapping lame, I see the truth
Niggas only real when they in the booth
I speak the real, love my folk
The end is near, we going broke
Put it in, switched the game
Change up 'fore the feds came
Think big, notorious
Shit get real, we warriors
Glocks out, art of war
fourth quarter, time to score
Lay it down, y'all niggas lame
Out for dough, you keep the fame

Hook
Sunday, Monday (We going hard)
Get cha cash, get cha stacks (we going hard)
All night in the trap (we going hard)
Fall back, picture that ( we going hard)
Sunday, Monday (We going hard)
Get cha cash, get cha stacks (we going hard)
All night in the trap (we going hard)
Fall back, picture that ( we going hard)

My rent due, and I'm dead broke
Think homicide, it ain't a joke
Gotta survive, I can't quite
God on my side, I won't lose
You hesitate, you a dead fool
Hustle hard, since back in school
De La Soul, Q Tip
Treach and Vinnie flipped the script
LL was Cool James
Smooth now, hoes know my name
Bring Da Pain, I'm Method Man
Darkside, Redman
Crazy, Sexy, Cool, damn I'm TLC
Hip hop game is stuck in me,
In VIP, sipping Hennesy
Getting bent, I'm repping hard
Fast girls and fast cars
Fast life, behind bars
Switch it up and we superstars
Love the hood, I'm down nigga
Front on me, man down nigga
Crown on my head, never take it off
Put in work and I'm caking off
Blaka, blaka, blaka
Living young and we reckless
With this life I stretch this
Ain't thinking bout no necklace
Bills to pay, fam to feed
Dear God, on my knee
Take me out this misery
I'm puttin' on for my family, uh!

Hook
Sunday, Monday (We going hard)
Get cha cash, get cha stacks (we going hard)
All night in the trap (we going hard)
Fall back, picture that ( we going hard)
Sunday, Monday (We going hard)
Get cha cash, get cha stacks (we going hard)
All night in the trap (we going hard)
Fall back, picture that ( we going hard)
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