Quisy Wita Y - Pe$o$ Lyrics

Better move out my way hoe
I'm just trying to get them Pesos
Tell that nigga he a lame though
I'm just trying to get them Pesos

I got it Perfect
Making songs everyday
I Ain't got time
For this bull shit today
It's not on my schedule
Not up on my calendar
I run this shit like a manager You amateur

Y'all like to sit around
And play 2k all day
I like to sit around
And count it up 10 ways
And check the Savings
Like I just left Pick n' Save
You rather live off a chick
And bitch and slave

What happened to the real
Or the fake ? It got grey
These lames got all together
And got wait
Move out my way
I'm tryna get it
Fork in the road
Make the right decision

All about business
Why these hoes tripping
Sky is the limit
Biggie said to get it
Multiply the money
Don't rush to spend it
Subtract the hate
Hoes legs division

Better move out my way hoe
I'm just trying to get them Pesos
Tell that nigga he a lame though
I'm just trying to get them Pesos

Move bitch get out my way
I create plays
You create hate
Ok you understand
I am the fucking man
You a confused fan
A Stan you out of hand

Like a amputee
Thats yo cup a tea
I have to disagree
You not a real P
Not a nominee
You a nobody
And I oversee
All the fuckery

I treat a real like a real
A fake like a fake
I'm just trying to party
Get top like sharpie
Your savings on hardly
Mines on Steve Harvey
Lookin for a cougar
And a booster
And a shooter

Better move out my way hoe
I'm just trying to get them Pesos
Tell that nigga he a lame though
I'm just trying to get them Pesos