KaliRaps Ft. Rookie Cartrite - Sore Thumbs Lyrics:
I be counting money tell my thumbs hurt
I be fucking bitches but they know this money comes first
I be counting money tell my thumbs hurt
I be fucking bitches but they know this money comes first
[Kaliraps verse:]
The streets feel like quicksand
I bald like hit man
And any where that I perform they gotta let my click in
New shoes clean sox ,long range clean glock
Shot u while you on the phone nigga that’s a screen shot
I’m racked up I got smoke
Wholesale like Cosco ..pablo ,head hencho 100 bands per convo
Vegas every weekend
Top floor in the venetian
If life was like a pool I’d be swimming out in the deep end
I’m like the future ..I’m so unpredictable
Cause all I see is errors
When I’m looking for a bitch to pull
Bitch my clip is full
and I ain’t really one for begging
Leave u stretched out like a fat check in leggings
do this for the have nots
Hoping they can have more
These women getting ass shots ,claiming that they not whores
I heard it all before Persian rugs all on my floor chandeliers all on my ceilings
My poetry got no flaws
Diamonds shinning, flow is timeless I’m a different breed
My presence like a present every night is Christmas Eve
Hit the weed cause I party like a bar hopper
Living fast and furious,
I’ll probably die like Paul walker
I be counting money tell my thumbs hurt
I be fucking bitches but they know this money comes first
I be counting money tell my thumbs hurt
I be fucking bitches but they know this money comes first
[Rookie Cartrite verse:]
Ima owner so I do what a boss does
Been at these bars for years n still never lost buzz
My boys came for money so if you talk thug
Then have my niggas swing over green like a golf club
I put the fire out the camp jus like sand does everybody want the belt why would they show a champ love
Im walking Tripple threat
I don’t often get upset
But sayin I don’t run the town now we talking disrespect
You be putin bricks up you don’t often hit the net
If ya iTunes was sellin you’d be rob n em to death
No doubt had to roll out half these bitches wanna show out so even if
I had to water my lawn I still wouldn’t take a hoe out
But if they want to cook me breakfast fine
Labels call me a billboard want me to be there next big sign fans in my window nigga that’s a AC
In CA They throw up signs like after a made 3
You a bench player u don’t want a part of Kobe
I gotcha baby mama sendin me these heart imogies
You niggas is lost need a map for where you at
Throw me in the middle of any where I be the man
I be countin money tell my thumbs hurt
I be fuckin bitches but they know this money comes first
I be counting money tell my thumbs hurt
I be fucking bitches but they know this money comes first
I be fucking bitches but they know this money comes first
I be counting money tell my thumbs hurt
I be fucking bitches but they know this money comes first
[Kaliraps verse:]
The streets feel like quicksand
I bald like hit man
And any where that I perform they gotta let my click in
New shoes clean sox ,long range clean glock
Shot u while you on the phone nigga that’s a screen shot
I’m racked up I got smoke
Wholesale like Cosco ..pablo ,head hencho 100 bands per convo
Vegas every weekend
Top floor in the venetian
If life was like a pool I’d be swimming out in the deep end
I’m like the future ..I’m so unpredictable
Cause all I see is errors
When I’m looking for a bitch to pull
Bitch my clip is full
and I ain’t really one for begging
Leave u stretched out like a fat check in leggings
do this for the have nots
Hoping they can have more
These women getting ass shots ,claiming that they not whores
I heard it all before Persian rugs all on my floor chandeliers all on my ceilings
My poetry got no flaws
Diamonds shinning, flow is timeless I’m a different breed
My presence like a present every night is Christmas Eve
Hit the weed cause I party like a bar hopper
Living fast and furious,
I’ll probably die like Paul walker
I be counting money tell my thumbs hurt
I be fucking bitches but they know this money comes first
I be counting money tell my thumbs hurt
I be fucking bitches but they know this money comes first
[Rookie Cartrite verse:]
Ima owner so I do what a boss does
Been at these bars for years n still never lost buzz
My boys came for money so if you talk thug
Then have my niggas swing over green like a golf club
I put the fire out the camp jus like sand does everybody want the belt why would they show a champ love
Im walking Tripple threat
I don’t often get upset
But sayin I don’t run the town now we talking disrespect
You be putin bricks up you don’t often hit the net
If ya iTunes was sellin you’d be rob n em to death
No doubt had to roll out half these bitches wanna show out so even if
I had to water my lawn I still wouldn’t take a hoe out
But if they want to cook me breakfast fine
Labels call me a billboard want me to be there next big sign fans in my window nigga that’s a AC
In CA They throw up signs like after a made 3
You a bench player u don’t want a part of Kobe
I gotcha baby mama sendin me these heart imogies
You niggas is lost need a map for where you at
Throw me in the middle of any where I be the man
I be countin money tell my thumbs hurt
I be fuckin bitches but they know this money comes first
I be counting money tell my thumbs hurt
I be fucking bitches but they know this money comes first
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