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Artist/Band: Young Buck
Lyrics for Song: Penny Pinchin
Lyrics for Album: T.I.P. [2005]



[Young Buck (talking)]

D-Tay Man these niggaz talkin bout they got this and that

Man I'm just... I feel dem mayne... penny pinchin' and shit

Niggaz workin wit somethin round my way

I ain't really gotta say to much

If you know Young Buck you no money motherfucker



[Verse 1: Young Buck]

Man its all about platinum from the records to the necklace boi

Dont hand me the keys if it ain't show room floor

Ten diamonds in the rollie betta add ten more

From the bend up lift my hands up good lord

Whats the use of a playa wit paper that dont show it

Screamin' I got money but don't nobody no it

I work for it, so that mean I got the right to roll twenties

And sag my jeans, the average ghetto child's dream

Turnin' some cream and rollin v-twizzy wit lizzy, why still he's a team

And seem I've accomplished that

Bought a charm, went in a vice, I took it back

When I return I want all my diamonds phat

I cant get off track, when the dawgs in my pack feel just like that

Look park your Cadillacs ain't no time for stallin'

While you penny pinchin' playa I be out here ballin



[Chorus: Young Buck]

Yall niggaz is penny pinchin' betta getcha shit right

'For these two young niggaz buy up all the ice

It started from servin' bikes to trucks wit door pipes

When ya see Buck and Tay I bet ya look twice

[2X]



[Verse 2: Young Buck]

Yo mind must the still in the gutta

Thinkin we gon suffa

I'd ratha duck tape yo mother

And be on dis summa

Take the factory off and put some chrome on the hummer

Top down and reverse when its lightin and thunderin'

Had the whole world wonderin' bout my age and shit

17 wit a 20 year old agent bitch

Flip 12 whole tangs and I'm savin 6

To serve these desperate niggaz who payin 20 a brick

My niggaz they smoke skunk, drink henny till we sick

Wit they afros out they love to hear dem guns click

See I'm blindin' these bitches every time my tounge flick

And I work wit these hoes jaws gone just don't quit

Relax and let it come to ya, never been weed

Especially when niggaz got plugs ova seas

Neva was a wanna be, label me a gonna be

I told y'all look wat dis gang don done to me



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: D-Tay]

Yo y'all can stay in line waitin to shine... but not me

I'd rather be caught drunk in the V.I.P.

Sly B stop me, Ima look at you funny

Yall blow brown weed, we be blowin that gummy

Knows that runnin, roll wit niggaz that hold they money

While y'all roll wit chicken heads that on the low be junkies

Yall know me one, betta yet call us gorillas

You surrounded by playas, while I'm surrounded by killas

Thats know to here, beefin' nigga block in a minute

You just packin' twenty rounds we gon put fifty in it

Still ain't finished, my niggaz, they train for this

You get thrown out the click if you aim and miss

We train to hit, just like you would train a pig

Don't be arguin' wit these niggaz get they thang and spit

Change you fifth, if you smart get you thangs again

Cause dem niggaz that was wit you bet they truth gon snitch

Now who's a bitch, y'all heads is new to this

I'm the one that come bustin out the blue and shit

Move dis shit wit ammo that come throw dis shit

Have your mother at your grave wit the blues and shit

Ya loose wit dis, specially when you think its your turn

Cause my 5 gon burn y'all gon learn

Or gon earn another spot in the dirt

Cause I spit this shit that hurt, shit that jerk

Shit can work, shit that'll tear your shit

Shit that'll have your mother sittin front seat in the church

You know how we work, we flossin' we gotta look nice

You niggaz is penny pinchin' betta getcha shit right



[Chorus]


Album Lyrics: T.I.P. [2005]


Young Buck
"T.I.P. [2005]"


1. All About Money
2. All My Life
3. Blood In Blood Out
4. Can't Keep Livin
5. Caught In The Wind
6. Crime Pays
7. Get Your Murder On
8. Hard Hitters
9. Penny Pinchin
10. Thug In The Club
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