Money Up On It lyrics

by

Dizzy Wright


[Verse 1]
Whip smoked out, windows cracked
Smoke billows out
Whoopie in the back
Dipping dab, choking b*tches out
Limo tints, painted black
No jokes, we're about
Everything in fact, I made a pact
Get it in and out
Started in my yard
A few trees, nothing major
Some years later
I be blowing out the f*cking flavor
OGs from OGs and more trees
Passing through the valley
Southern Cali
f*cking smell the breeze
Wanna see me?
Make a call to my office
And my nurses make appointments
Take a card for your wallet
I'mma call away
Call on me but don't
Try to f*ck my homie
You're Tony, I'm Salsa
You f*cking little monkey

[Hook]
I got the product
Who want it, who want it
Put your money up on it
Put your money up on it

You know I'm 'bout it
I got it, you want it
Put your money up on it
Put your money up on it

[Verse 2]
Sitting on stacks, hundred packs
Racks spilling out
Ain't no babies on the track
Black jack, chipping out
Fitted f*cking hat
Greenthumb, and it's written out
You wonder where I'm at
You silly bum, can't get it out
I fill out my prescriptions
Anytime for my patients
My survival in the game
It made it hard for you fakers
Take a second, breathe it out
Don't be reaching for no heaters
See my nurses got you locked
I'll burn you down and throw the beat on
Rat-a-tat-tat
Body bags in the trunk
Wish you had a body double
When the Doctor calls your number
I know that my new competition
There's a code that we live with
Don't be f*cking with another's grind
Mind your position
Come on

[Hook]
I got the product
Who want it, who want it
Put your money up on it
Put your money up on it

You know I'm 'bout it
I got it, you want it
Put your money up on it
Put your money up on it

[Bridge]
(I know you want that jet fuel)
Put your money up on it
(You want that Paris OG)
Put your money up on it
(You want that f*cking m-dog)
Put your money up on it
(If you f*ck with Dr. Greenthumb)
Put your money up on it

[Verse 3]
Living the life many others would dream
People would kill to be part of the team
Steady we rolling and holding the green
Growing you knowing a part of the theme
Haters to hate when I show them the way
Watching them plotting the paper I chase
Only for soldiers committed
The hustle for nothing
You fronting that b*tches I slay
I ball 'til I fall
Get it all
See the Doctor stunting
You could make a call for the loud
It ain't nothing
See me pushing out
Will spin you in the rear view
Screaming out my name
But the Doctor cannot hear you

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