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- Chris Ward f/ Lil' Pop, Todd, M.O.E. - By Any Means Lyrics
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- [Lil' Pop]
- Copped the six, took it straight to Ike
- Next week I'm wet blue, sipping drank on ice
- Keep a device for them cats, who get too hype
- And some flight for my bitch, so she can get two nights
- Turning men to mice, folding twenties like dice
- The mail hide in flights, took the girls out of spice
- Entice by the night, 'fore I fall off pull a heist
- Give me candle a microwave, I'll fry a brick with no lights
- I might just land a chopper, in your yard perfect guard
- Hop out Fendi'd down, with a few Hollywood stars
- Fuck the law tucked in her bra, a half a cake
- Down the Interstate, sipping a skee taste
- We chase with grace, in this million dollar race
- So when Duke and Mack touch ground, they ain't gotta push weight
- I look great off in my Gucci robe by my dot
- Me spot bigger bricks, with a fifty foot yacht
- Rocks that blind sights, enough carats for ten rabbits
- Jag on stealth side, on 20's with Clarion's glaring
- Stay wearing, 'fits to make a bitch sick
- Triple beams and schemes, and screens playing flicks
- Beach home and cream, we living our dream
- Mashing with triple beam, my million dollar team
- Overloading the scene, flicks on car screens
- Get money my niggaz, by any means
- Money my niggaz, by any means
- Beach homes and cream, we living our dream
- Mashing with triple beam, my million dollar team
- [Todd]
- My daddy always told me, son mash for your cream
- Keep a loaded strap, and some killers on your team
- Bidness first, and keep the 4-5 low
- And never let a bitch know, where you stash your do'
- Cause the game is shady, and the streets are watching
- You see a nigga on a mission, and it ain't no stopping
- I'm steady copping stacking my paper, by all means
- Pulling up on the scene, brand new 19's
- I know you fiend, niggaz get hit with the beams
- Six lit up screens, living my dream
- Plots and schemes, got me living my dream
- Pulled out 2000 Jag, blue on cream
- Wrecked the scene, on pro 19's
- Down in H-Town, we take slab to extreme
- Iced out bezeltyne, with the Rolex that bling
- Get your money my nigga, by all means
- Never bullshit and keep on, hustling
- Until you find someone, to put your trust in
- [M.O.E.]
- Since my early teens, from horrified nightmares
- To having screens, to on team getting supreme
- Off of triple beams by any means, overload the scene
- Blowing on green, while sipping Hennessey steady po'ing on lean
- Know what I mean, or should I give you an example
- Louisiana born hustler, with Texas game that's hard to handle
- Amplify my paper, keep my head on straight
- Ballistic again, out Texas with these placks on every song that I make
- Wreck see is real, with lyrics and skills
- [M.O.E.]
- Planned to make a mill ticket, we gon get it
- Top figga nigga, with cash money non digits
- Bigger to get the load, I had to be unfold
- Sickness when I flow, with rings around the globe
- Want mine in all faces, get mine in all places
- Make sure to live my dreams, best believe in all cases
- No sheem stay crispy clean, a triple beam
- Keep your green, when niggaz hit your spot be on your team
- [Chris Ward]
- Through thick and thin, I'm down with the Southside Pentagon
- Where we pack plenty guns, and stack plenty funds
- And we attack anyone, who fuck with our cream
- Chris Ward and M.O.E., we a million dollar team
- We ride for Houston, like Francis and Hakeem
- So shit I guess you can say, we living a dream
- I'm still a hustler, to the supreme extreme
- Cause every verse that I spit, weighs up on a triple beam
- I got a scheme, and it's hotter than steam
- Whatever you do for cheddar, take it mainstream
- Keep your mind on your green, and remember the theme
- By any means, as Money Over Everything nigga
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