Skrilla

Scarface

Composed by: Brad Jordan/D. Jones/Devin Copeland/R. Smith
Intro: 

Skrillaaaaaaaaaa 
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa 
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa 
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa 

Verse 1: Facemob 

Thinkin bout money money money plottin how to get me some 
(The fast dough) Cos see don't nothin move but the flow really doe 
I kid you not I'm real with dis 
Havin skrilla is the only way to deal with this 
If it ain't green it ain't me that's no goddamn lie 
Well show me big skrill and I will get live 

Give up the loochie, I need it in a major way 
Now gimme all (all), I gots ta have it (everyday) 

It's my world, the only mom, I'm stressed, that'll make you 
break you, if it's really real then I'll take you 
Shake you for the dollar bill let's see 
You're outta here (smoked on the fuckin concrete) 

Chorus: 

Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - Got me crazy, skrilla got me gone 
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me flippin new Cadillac chromes 
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me crazy, skrilla got me mad 
Cos skrilla gives me from riches to rags (motherfucker) 

Verse 2: Scarface, Facemob 

It ain't nuttin but the cash flow game 
How long can you last 'fore you're down to your very last change, nigga? 
(Money makes the world go round) Tell em again y'all 
(Money makes the world go round) (*My God*) 
Forty, fifty grand a night, that's what I'm seein 
as I'ma vin your own ass tonight, you know the meanin 
of a worldwide national? Big money gripper 
Baller, called a, million dollar nigga 
(uhh, who me?) Yes you (Could be, but who?) 

Uhh, 350 bringin on in the weeks news 
And no I don't shoot, I swoop in my Coupe 
Skrilla for realla my nigga, so whatcha wanna do? 
Do you want to fuck around with my crew? Do you 
want to? Would do exactly what you did do 
Stay in you, don't have enough to attend to the menu 
So come and let me single, continue (everybody sayin) 
To make money money money, make money money money (yeah) 
Here go fat stacks if you can't take money nigga 
Take money money money, take money money money 
So can you please make the cheque out to the Facemob 

Check it 
Now one, two, three to the fo', like 
rippin million dollars in my hand, tight 
Facemob rule number one thing (what?) 
Skrilla, nuttin but skrilla's the way to maintain 
Us both, have got to keep the skrill between 
us fo', as we proceed to make mo' 

Really doe, from town to town we puts it down 
As I, hold it down, game tight, right 

Now Miss Crabtree (Crabtree), I know that you are mad at me 
To find out that it was your money (money) 
that I spent and now girl, it's all gone 
(It's what?) It's all gone 

It's gone like riches to rags, dishes to bags 
of leftover ten and jam, can happen to any man 
Gots ta get money, money I gots ta get 
this shit right now so I can hop on the lot 
And we about to come up as we put the shit down 
Hold up, don't rush, cos I'm good ta gets mine 
If it wadn't for bad, I'd have no up than luck 
Smokin plank of man, who gives a motherfuck!!!! 
The bill collectors, they ring my phone 
Scam my wife when I'm not home 
Bitch I'm gone, tryin ta come back phat 
Facemob where ya at? (Right behind ya and we strapped) 

Strapped with straps and all eyes on paper 
And most importantly you keep your mind on papin 
And you can have it all, if you can take your money pieces at a time 
but you can't take your pieces outta mine 
Big wine, it's all about the dollar sign 
I'm, flippin in the big Dawg, continental flyin 
Tryin to stack it to the ceilin on you home's 
Cos bitches got me cummin but skrilla got me goin 

Chorus: 

Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me crazy, skrilla got me goin 
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me flippin new Cadillac chromes 
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - bought me houses, skrilla bought me clothes 
Skrilla got me flippin in a Rolls
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