Heistmasters - M.O.P.

Heistmaster Get paid nigga!

Heistmaster Let’s get paid nigga!

Heistmaster Get paid nigga!

Heistmaster Let’s get paid!

Everybody hit the floor, you know what time it is

Old bitch, don’t move, take off the jewels and shine-eses

Papi play the game right, and ery’thang’ll be aight

It ain’t no time for concentration

Get over there papi tell 'em the combination

Tell 'em Ron’s got his car keys

I don’t give a fuck if he beg, Boom shoot him in the head

Somebody comin in on the side

Fuck the bizzo get the money and shit, make sure that motherfucker die

Dolo (?) fuckin standin there lookin silly

Yo Boom, give me a hand

He went outside to the car y’all

It’s (?) and dark black, I’m dumpin papi off at the Baha

Yeah because this old bitch is blowin up the spot

They say nigga do anything for dough

And now I’m the nigga with the dough, so old bitch, you gotta go

Yo I’ve been schemin on the spot for about a year

And now you got what you want, so let’s get out of here

We ain’t no motherfuckin joke

We caught ten thou', and a motherfuckin ounce of weed to smoke

Yo… oh shit, five-oh!

Let’s get the fuck up out of Dodge

I’mma make a right here

Yeah, drop us off by the garage

We gotta get away, some way, some how

The cop’s on our ass, feet don’t fail me now

I say we must to let the A. K. pop

Cause I ain’t playin with these K. K. Kops

The punk motherfucker kept goin

ANTE UP NIGGA!

Give me the cash

ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER!

Or that’s yo' ass

ANTE UP NIGGA!

Give me the cash

ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER!

Or that’s yo' ass

ANTE UP NIGGA!

Give me the cash

ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER!

Or that’s yo' ass

ANTE UP NIGGA!

Give me the cash

ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER!

Or that’s yo' ass

Shanghai nigga, Lil' Fame (I got the pound)

(?) til them niggas tellin me the straw’s down

Run up on 'em from all angles can you dig it fool?

Face down get on the ground

Shut the fuck up punk it’s M.O.P.

you know our style

Yo (?) keep your eyes on the sneaky chick

Sean duke got jewels, go 'head and grab it

Shack, anybody move, let everybody have it

(Bill chill 'til we find the stash)

Roll with us or we gon' roll right over your ass

Now where that motherfuckin money homes?

Where the llello?

Cool, breeze, twenty G’s

Two ki’s, I sent my nigga fat B’s

Suppose we go in your clothes and take your doughs

After that hit you in your back with the deuce-fo'

Heistmaster, known to cause disaster

Robbed the world, in ten minutes, or faster

Move 'em out

Duke in the fatigue got somethin up his sleeve

Strapped made a move towards me while we was breakin North

ANTE UP NIGGA!

Give me the cash

ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER!

Or that’s yo' ass

ANTE UP NIGGA!

Give me the cash

ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER!

Or that’s yo' ass

ANTE UP NIGGA!

Give me the cash

ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER!

Or that’s yo' ass

ANTE UP NIGGA!

Give me the cash

ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER!

Or that’s yo' ass