Yelawolf, DJ Muggs, B-Real — Hand over Fist

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Mile Zero, DJ Muggs
B-Real
Catfish Billy

Yeah, I should’ve worked on an hour rate
(hour rate)
I be tapping the stack
(stack it up stack it up )
Counting money Hand over fist
(over the fst bitch)
Bouncing money over the waist
(over the waist bitch)
Chopping broccoli on a dish
(on a dish)
Countin greens over the basseline
(Bassline)
Pullin words out of a cooler Jack
(cooler Jack)
Dig up a I’m cool like that
(cool like that yeah)
I’m cool like that

Shots of gin and I’m double vision it’s spinning
Swinging backs on this rap shit I’m good for two in the ending
Classic shit on the tracklist I’m stacking glue cause im stickin’
Sticky fingers I’m taking it leave the store and I’m grinning
Cleptomaniac brainiac Waynе is at it a gain and i
I got the pistol beside mе like carrying one of my women
To shoot up (shoot up)
Yeah holding the dixie blue cup
Chaising the little blue stuff
Drippin down on my new Newport
Drippin out from the sticks like you shifting down on a new clutch
Shaking the bitch around and I’m hard to find like a neutral
Yeah hard to find you know me bro
I don’t know left on’ em so many times like I’m a circle
Still on my square peers on my breath
I’m laid back like pillows on the chair
Weeping willows in the air
Swearin’ on ’em so pick a pile of hay
And meet me in the alley way no
No derriare

From the very beginning
I got momentum Im driven
Excuse me that’s how I’m living
Forget me god when I’m sinning
Safe the children and women when I smoke out the building
There is a fire that’s burning
It’s my turn and I’m killing
If you concerned take a second
I don’t care what you feelin
Like a diamond I’m brilliant
I got the shine and resilient
Any knowledge I’m spilling that might make you million
So grab a pen and a pad and write it down as you chillin’
You gotta hit em with everything
And never hope I
Never play in the middle, never sayin I want a little
I’m a big dreamer throwing them where the motherfuckin grass is greener
On the cali high I make you a believer
Let the fire be lit
Strike a match and then take a hit
Yeah we celebrating get elevated
We on a trip cultivated for those faded
The overmedicated me and Wolf collaborated with the

Yeah, I should’ve worked on an hour rate
(hour rate)
I be tapping the stack
(stack it up stack it up )
Counting money Hand over fist
(over the fist bitch)
Bouncing money over the waist
(over the waist bitch)
Chopping broccoli on a dish
(on a dish)
Countin greens over the basseline
(Bassline)
Pullin words out of a cooler Jack
(cooler Jack)
Dig up a I’m cool like that
(cool like that yeah)
I’m cool like that

Ain’t worry but the beef no
That’s why I’m a Ghetto Cowboy throw a lasso from my castle
Rocking leather with a tassos metal with the
That’s pipes out the back of that Harley with a pack of
Wolves in the shadows hanging low like
Within the cave waiting for them with the maclites
Big talk motherfuckin that’s fat life
Rob zombie back stage wanna
Dead heads with machetes in the shed
Give a fuck about the music they just wanna see red
Got a call from the mall
Wolf get your bros they run up in the food court
Tide em up like the
Like the motherfucker
Sat down for hotdogs (for hotdogs yeah)
Ha now they forgot the mustard on it (haha) and the ketchup too
Bloody breastknuckle catch up on it I’m up on it
Yeah its cool that’s way I say fuck up on it
Minus the horse of course unless you talking horse power
Fifth of creek water, in the the fourth hour
Yeah three two rubbers one shower
That’s a countdown
Mission control tower
I’m going up I’m all the way up I’m a total nut
You can tell by these empty shells inside of this total truck
Pullin’ the but I ain’t pulling my bridges up
Still walking bo-leggit still bitches twisting they sknnies bru
Tryna get lucky like the heads up on a penny bru
But that in the change pocket like skipping the city bru

Yeah, I should’ve worked on an hour rate
(hour rate)
I be tapping the stack
(stack it up stack it up )
Counting money Hand over fist
(over the fist bitch)
Bouncing money over the waist
(over the waist bitch)
Chopping broccoli on a dish
(on a dish)
Countin greens over the basseline
(Bassline)
Pullin words out of a cooler Jack
(cooler Jack)
Dig up a  I’m cool like that
(cool like that yeah)
I’m cool like that