550 - PEN MONEY lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

550, dj muthafuckin' Food Stamps, nigga

Feed the muhfuckin' street stamps!

Nigga been doin' this shit, nigga a young'n

Braaa!

(Verse)

From million dolla house to kickin' bills

From ballin' in the club to locked in cells

From all the baddest bitches to pullin' guards

From winin' brand new bitches to prison yards

'em _____(?) gave me time and then they changed on me

These niggas switched it up, they ain't the same homies

The prison shitty gave a nigga gay homie

And then I fitted out these niggas lame, homie

(Hook)

Penitentiary money, penitentiary money

Penitentiary money, penitentiary money

Bring that green at me down low

Juggin' that pack when I'm trappin' down the room

Penitentiary money, penitentiary money

(Verse 2)

Made out the pen so ya know it's all good

Two year later guy returned to the hood

Still ride round with the choppa with the wood

Some of y'all niggas can't come Courtwood

Shot comin' inna hell lil nigga runnin'

Come into my hood, I'm the new Bobby Johnson

57 Chevy and I got the Beemer runnin'

Got it out the jail, this ain't trap money

Bring that number, use a pen and a pad

Talkin' on the phone while surge the iPad

Ran up a check from the cell so you mad

That there's a sample of the shit that I had

Made it outta prison I can smile cuz I'm glad

One thing I said, walked out with a badge

Came to the money, I ain't even gotta brag

Old School money, walked out with the reps

Real clientele, got me juggin' out the cell

I brought weed, don't need no scale

Talk on the phone, ain't used no mail

Boss on the street, even boss in jail

Live by the code, so a nigga neva tell

Started out hard so I prayed it ended well

Hush lil kid, her dad ain't fail

If I had a bund then I woulda made bail

(Hook)