Dead Obies Lil' $ song lyrics

Fuck a'ec le boy, ou ben call it du junk, m'en calice, m'a pas v'nir chialer

M'a pas plus donner du fuck about it, ils peuvent me croquer! Everybody a tort, baby, c'est ça l'problème

T'as pas l'temps, mon gars, prend-le, that's what momma told me!

I been done, nwigga, been runnin', juste check mes Jordans

Là, check un banlieusard prêt à prendre ça pis prêt à bâdrer!

Là, j'ai mon cheeba, hein! Là, j'ai mon team, nwigga!

En plus de ça, j'ai un lil' dough for the week, mon gars

Yup, le stock est dans l'coffre a'ec le premier ministre

J'donne aucun fuck about yo' fuckin' business

Imma smoke it all, j'connais pas mes limites

Can't you tell that we 'bout it? 20 bags in my pocket

I drive the same old Chevy and do my thing in the projects

You can catch me at TD, where bitches handle my profits

'Cause when you see me on TV, that means another deposit

Let's have a toast for the money and fuckin' mix it with molly

They ordered coke and Bacardi, but never had their Bacardis

'Cause them fuckboys can't afford to sleep How the fuck you think we making moolah every week? Plus I gotta eat

Now I got a little money for the week (that's for the week)

J'essaye pas de vendre mon soul (no!)

But I need me some mo' (mo'!)

'Cause you know I like them Unos on my feet

So tell them hoes

I got a little money for the week (that's for the week)

Got a head full of woes,

Handful of foes I got all those, plus I gotta eat!

Tell them hoes

T'as voulu get ce money, right? You bet! Sup with that?

Opte pour la bitch pis tombe sur tête. You dead! Fuck was that?

Peux pas payer though, s'il vous plaît, j'te le jure, m'a l'avoir tomorrow

Bullshit! Broue dans le toupet, too bad! Y'où le bread?

'Tends peu, donne-moi donc une s'conde!

Passe-moi le phone, anxious to the bone, patience never last long

Politesse only, bout du compte, all of that crap pour un pile ou face wrong

T'es pas dans ma zone, times are rough, sky de Londres

Ding dong! Ding dong! Faut pas qu't'ailles répondre

I mean, tôt ou tard, faut que tu sortes de l'ombre

We just 6 dope boys in a Cadillac

Drift d'une côte, pis t'es passé date

Hope pour le best 'til le Yable collecte

Pray the Lord qu'on va être correct

On a get that show with a dough to spend

All of them hoes wouldn't understand

Look at them foes when I got got got got lil' money pour ma s'maine!

Now I got a little money for the week (that's for the week)

J'essaye pas de vendre mon soul (no!)

But I need me some mo' (mo'!)

'Cause you know I like them Unos on my feet

So tell them hoes

I got a little money for the week (that's for the week)

Got a head full of woes,

Handful of foes I got all those, plus I gotta eat!

Tell them hoes