Lyrics to Canal St.
(It's a Wayne Beat)
Ghetto
Money is not nothin', nigga, Money Is Not Everything, nigga
Got a hundred racks on me, all blue strips
All blue, like
It got the line down the middle, you know?
I put the whites up today, you see what I'm sayin'? (Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Right
Got a hundred racks on me, all blue strips
He gon' make the ship sink, he got loose lips
FN Five-seveN with the blue tips
It's always the niggas talkin' that don't do shit
Only blowin' Slapwoods, not the LooseLeaf
I'm with some fine shit down in Miami off tusi
I got a shooter fifteen yеars old, I feel like Boosie
Freestylin' off the hеad for hours, feel like Tunechi
Yeah, fuck around, turn to Lil Wayne
We got a cash money deal, this shit insane
I still be on the same shit, bro, ain't shit change
I'm lyin' 'cause I used to be broke, now I'm gettin' change
He ain't even aim, dropped a hundred shots and didn't hit a thing
I'm a nigga, I need watermelon and some chicken wings
You notice I said "nigga" with the E-R?
They popped him, he survived, then they shot him in the ER
Yeah, I'm tryna count this money up real quick, I need three arms
Yeah, I'm with a dirty bitch from the projects, she just got dewormed
Bitch, the 7.62 bullet flick when it hit, the .223 burn
That nigga hallucinatin', it must be sherm
What the fuck you smokin', PCP?
Nigga, I was gettin' money back when they used to post up on M-L-King and sell DVDs
They killed my brother in the winter, it was three degrees
These bitch-ass police stood there and watched my nigga freeze
Who I'm with? I'm with my brother Freeze
I got Tay with me, I got Will with me
I was broke when I went to prison, shit a lil' different
You ever had some pussy so damn good you could still feel it
Like the next day, when you leave the bitch?
My credit good and I'm havin' scram, I don't need a bitch
I'm finna fuck the drank game up like Justin Bieber did
They wrapped his ass up, then they found him in a beaver den
Yeah, right there by Devil's Lake
God the only one can get me out my body, bitch, the devil can't
Jesus a real nigga, but the devil gay
I'm finna pass out, I been scram scrapin' seven days straight, nigga
I ain't even been to sleep yet
I'm hallucinatin', it been five days, not a week yet
I'm kinda off
If this motherfuckin' Scat Pack hit the block again, I'm finna toss
Mix the heroin with the fetty, get it off
I ain't sniff a line, but I got your bitch, should hit her raw
I'm with my cougar bitch, she hit the soft
He got thirty shots in the Ruger clip, he gettin' off
This a Five-seveN
We had spanked a nigga ass in Arizona, so he died sweatin'
It was hot as fuck
I'm higher than a fuck off a blunt, bitch I'm 'bout to jump
Plugged in, I can drink drank with Donald Trump
I want eighty-eight thousand for a show, but you can round it up
Give me the whole hundred
I hate when niggas call my phone like, can they hold somethin'?
You must don't know nothin'
You for sure frontin'
Don't bring the nigga 'round me that steal 'cause I'ma for sure thump him
Like he a bad-ass lil' kid
Woke my mama up 3 in the morning, "Look what I just did"
She like, "What the fuck?"
I said, "mama, we ain't never goin' broke again, baby, this a million bucks"
Ghetto
Money is not nothin', nigga, Money Is Not Everything, nigga
Got a hundred racks on me, all blue strips
All blue, like
It got the line down the middle, you know?
I put the whites up today, you see what I'm sayin'? (Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Right
Got a hundred racks on me, all blue strips
He gon' make the ship sink, he got loose lips
FN Five-seveN with the blue tips
It's always the niggas talkin' that don't do shit
Only blowin' Slapwoods, not the LooseLeaf
I'm with some fine shit down in Miami off tusi
I got a shooter fifteen yеars old, I feel like Boosie
Freestylin' off the hеad for hours, feel like Tunechi
Yeah, fuck around, turn to Lil Wayne
We got a cash money deal, this shit insane
I still be on the same shit, bro, ain't shit change
I'm lyin' 'cause I used to be broke, now I'm gettin' change
He ain't even aim, dropped a hundred shots and didn't hit a thing
I'm a nigga, I need watermelon and some chicken wings
You notice I said "nigga" with the E-R?
They popped him, he survived, then they shot him in the ER
Yeah, I'm tryna count this money up real quick, I need three arms
Yeah, I'm with a dirty bitch from the projects, she just got dewormed
Bitch, the 7.62 bullet flick when it hit, the .223 burn
That nigga hallucinatin', it must be sherm
What the fuck you smokin', PCP?
Nigga, I was gettin' money back when they used to post up on M-L-King and sell DVDs
They killed my brother in the winter, it was three degrees
These bitch-ass police stood there and watched my nigga freeze
Who I'm with? I'm with my brother Freeze
I got Tay with me, I got Will with me
I was broke when I went to prison, shit a lil' different
You ever had some pussy so damn good you could still feel it
Like the next day, when you leave the bitch?
My credit good and I'm havin' scram, I don't need a bitch
I'm finna fuck the drank game up like Justin Bieber did
They wrapped his ass up, then they found him in a beaver den
Yeah, right there by Devil's Lake
God the only one can get me out my body, bitch, the devil can't
Jesus a real nigga, but the devil gay
I'm finna pass out, I been scram scrapin' seven days straight, nigga
I ain't even been to sleep yet
I'm hallucinatin', it been five days, not a week yet
I'm kinda off
If this motherfuckin' Scat Pack hit the block again, I'm finna toss
Mix the heroin with the fetty, get it off
I ain't sniff a line, but I got your bitch, should hit her raw
I'm with my cougar bitch, she hit the soft
He got thirty shots in the Ruger clip, he gettin' off
This a Five-seveN
We had spanked a nigga ass in Arizona, so he died sweatin'
It was hot as fuck
I'm higher than a fuck off a blunt, bitch I'm 'bout to jump
Plugged in, I can drink drank with Donald Trump
I want eighty-eight thousand for a show, but you can round it up
Give me the whole hundred
I hate when niggas call my phone like, can they hold somethin'?
You must don't know nothin'
You for sure frontin'
Don't bring the nigga 'round me that steal 'cause I'ma for sure thump him
Like he a bad-ass lil' kid
Woke my mama up 3 in the morning, "Look what I just did"
She like, "What the fuck?"
I said, "mama, we ain't never goin' broke again, baby, this a million bucks"
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