Dead Presidents Lyrics

Let me try this,
Uh, Yeah
Money coming soon,
I'm out for Presidents to represent me,
What up nigga?
Yea niggaaaa, yea, uh,

Gimmie my money, man, why else would a nigga be grinding? (right)
I'm for them diamonds, dog, how else could a nigga be shining? (true)
I'm glowing, knowing that the flow intact,
Get this record deal, I swear to God, my first 'mil I'm blowing that! (haha)
Now, like f*ck it I know I'll grow it back, shit, it's nothing,
Funny how blacks spend their money on mad shit for stuntin, '(yea)
But shit, that's all we know man, that's how a niggas raised (true),
You learn bout two things: getting p*ssy, getting paid. (uh)
And you should be gettin' laid by the time you in ninth grade,
So niggas lying on they dick and hoes giving nice brain, yea.
In class dreamin' bout having these nice things, (uh)
And then you look around and wonder why you strugglin'
But them whites ain't. (hmmm)
I brush it off like, "f*ck it, it's motivation, "(yea)
Some niggas gotta walk through life, some niggas roller skating, (uh)
Some niggas bypassing steps, some niggas chose to take 'em. (yea)
And for that fortune, man, some niggas sold their soul to Satan,
But f*ck it man, I ain't hatin, ' I gotta go for mines.
My little God-sister pregnant now, I put in overtime,
On my grind, yea, just like the nigga making Fortunes,
I'm focused, on my bite, like a cobra, I'm tryna get my Oprah on.
These hoes is crying cause I won't pay 'em attention, (nah)
Time is money, bitch, and a nigga payin tuition, (ahaha)
Real niggas hustle by using their intuition, (yup)
While these fake niggas ain't into doing, they into wishin, ' Yeah,
Uh,
I'm out for Presidents to represent me,
I'm talking Benjamins, nigga,
Grants nigga,
From Washingtons, man,
Tired of those,
Yeah!

'Til I'm rich, ain't no reason to settle nigga,
It's greed that make a nigga wink at the devil to get that cheese,
You niggas couldn't think at my level, even with trees,
You couldn't get this deep with a shovel, now nigga, please,
I'm chasing G's tryna throw some diamonds on them freeze,
Sick shit, sneeze on some thousand-dollar sleeves.
Ease to the top and I'm not finna leave 'til I'm hot,
But my watch gotta breeze, a south nigga,
Boy, I'm shining without the diamonds in my mouth,
Out grindin' while you reclining on your couch,
I'm climbing, you haters blinded by the doubt,
My niggas riding is devout, so talking violence out yo' mouth,
And you gonna find what I'm about, nigga!
Far from a slouch, nigga, I ain't gonna parle with y'all,
I'll probably hit ya, my hand game like Bobby Fisher,
But check, them checks is all a nigga thinking,
For them Presidents, I'll treat a nigga like Lincoln, blaaah!

Yeah,
Definitely out for Presidents to represent me, nigga!

Money coming soon,
Mike Shaw, what's good?
Nervous wreck, what it is!
Ay, Bal Wal, what's good?
Filthy Rich, what's good?
Jerm you out, baby?,
I ain't made it home, coming soon my nigga,
Got get up out, I'll buy you a drink, you know?
You know your boy drinking now, is he?
You been in since I was like what? 16, nigga, 15?
21, I'm a grown ass man, shit done change homie,
Money is coming soon, trust me man,
Trust me, nigga, I'm all grown up!

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