Solomon Childs

Solomon Childs - Dinero lyrics

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[Intro: Solomon Childs]

Yeah, uh-huh, for real, yeah, yeah, Dinero



[Solomon Childs]

Ice in the drink, and the watch, security, my mink dudes

Straight to the bar, me and Rakeem Allah

Never leave home without the hydro jar

Robbed by the dozen, gucci boots and leotards

Aight then, fishnets, lace skin

They in here, from Shaolin indictments

Bout it, bout it, to live large

Solomon liver than a PBA card, I Allah Master God

Millennium rides, see we are this fly

Then a V-Tech, 4-4, payed tour, baritone

Gettin' them wet like Kenny Lattimore

Lyrical bullets on related calling

Blazers who ain't never been to Portland

Code of the streets, kill or be killed

Eighty nine, getting money, police is mad dumb

Nickel and dimes in my mouth, my gums is mad numb

Twelve bars are rated r, ghetto life, killas in courts

Dirty poom-poom shorts, thuggin' every place I've been

Mi mama sta Dominican, ya'll need to roll with me

Get with me, show me a sign

I'm bout to blow the cigar, for humble

What you ain't know, how it's gangsta

Mixtape murder halls, swarm of the ski masks

You'se a bitch, you assed out, enough money to re-route

And the red bone chicks, smell like L'Oreal

Come and I'll find a way, by Blu Cantrell

This has been brought to you by, Hennessey VSOP, and Cognac



[beat switches]



[Interlude: Solomon Childs]

Yeah... uh-huh.. yeah.. come on, punish 'em lord



[Solomon Childs]

Just got here, the bitches already saying the God, plus

Adrenaline head rush, Mr. Shaolin, New York

Lay in the garage, you see the God

Cats be nothing more than a Buick Regal

My voicebox revolve like a desert eagle

I fell in love with a fish called Wanda, milli' Contra

Two thousand and two, kid rookie

Gorillas in the myst to rule, polish up, old school

Picture you motherfuckers on my level, you pussy

Type of nigga, who dancing in the date rooms

Singing on the gates, from here now

Allah, better late than never, sixteen bars

Of gangsta cheddar, eight to eight, gangsta money

Get yourself smacked up, if you think something was funny...
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