Lyrics:
2Pistols

let me see you touch the ground. Left right up and down let me see you touch the ground. Left right up and down let me see you touch the ground. [Chorus:2

been throwin' money (Ah, ah) Bitch, I been throwin' money (Ah, ah) 1, 2, 3, we keep that money fallin' from the sky Fallin' from the sky, you know, ya boy 2 pistols

toilet tryna flush more What the fuck, I'ma do now, I'm locked up How the fuck I'ma get out On the road to riches and diamond rings Got a pistol on

Oh, oh, oh, she really want me, she dancing on me, The way she told me only makes me spend my money Cause she's my private dancer, cause she's my private

Ey, ey, ey, 2 pistols, ey, blood money, money By all means instead of 2 beat, call me Young triple beam, got fish scale, got oil base Lawyer paid up,

Huh hay hay Huh hay hay Huh hay hay Huh hay hay Huh hay hay Huh hay hay 2 pistols. Cash money Shawty (Shawty) Shawty got me staring like O M G! The

We made it from the start It was right in your face Then you fall apart Before we finished the race I don't know where we are going And I don't know why

2 Pistols, Mr. Mercy to you bitch Justice League, BMU, oh yeah You already know what this is nigga It's too easy, death before dishonor mothafucka All

and uh Take trips with the bricks She got it, she got it (She got it) That?s what Pain said Them other niggas lame man, lil mamma I got the game plan 2 pistols