Fred The Godson - Elbow Grease Lyrics
feat. Bam VitoThese birds I'mma whip away like I'm working for chick filletHope I flip a brick today, fix it up like I'm AAAGet tired doing rims and them tiresDay you retire start rocking different attireNot me, I got them buyers, no thanks, far from buyersNo shame, I could divide it, tryna get Benjamin FranksI'm just tryna be frank like proprietyWhat an old can do, a pea can, mixed up the prizeMy bride is the streets, I'm tryna get rich, I'm tryna to beat this outI'm a standup guy, the grams cut wideThe fans upside down, the pans all dryTrap house in the back, in an hour flat I can fill the roomThis is poverty still, throw me a silver spoon 'causeI'm here stirring it upGive it that elbow greaseI'm here stirring it upGive it that elbow greaseOh, see the whip is grinningYeah, the windows tintedI got whatever they needTell 'em please give a minute 'causeI'm here stirring it upGive it that elbow greaseB12, that propane, cocaine's that code nameOld brain and that old rain to blow cane through old veinsI seen themThis fiend was anemic but like my ball he used offFor my dishes to clean it upWhip that all self nigga, diamonds, quarters, half hoes, fine grindTime is not for the scramblers, the D on that cornerYour workers move like salmons, the guap being that linked onDrug spot with that mink, thoughThey cop Os, they don't think, thoughI cop peas, I'm like'still over that sink, thoughI can fill a room, probably be poverty stillPut me a silver spoon 'causeI'm here stirring it upGive it that elbow greaseI'm here stirring it upGive it that elbow greaseOh, see the whip is grinningYeah, the windows tintedI got whatever they needTell 'em please give a minute 'causeI'm here stirring it upGive it that elbow greaseOk, it's Vito if you don't knowBrooklyn hippie, peep this flowSmoking heavy, I'm hot as hellBut my heart be freezing coldIf frat don't work then trap gonna workThat's work, work, honest, thoughI sent them young boys at your homeThey don't want your chain, they want your soul'in my fruit punch, get the work on the blockThese niggas mad 'cause they out working, got a bunch and a GlockAnd where you're from is where you're at***** if you fight or if you stretchAll of these niggas is whack, none of these niggas move packsSome might hate but anyone, 'boys with me, they never playFunny shit, we all got work but we ain't got no resumesBeen putting on for so long, used to play the block at nightDreams of being rich, I woke up broke, I need my commas rightVitoI'm here stirring it upGive it that elbow greaseI'm here stirring it upGive it that elbow greaseOh, see the whip is grinningYeah, the windows tintedI got whatever they needTell 'em please give a minute 'causeI'm here stirring it upGive it that elbow grease
