Big KRIT – $30 Lyrics

(Intro)
So it don’t really matter how much money I do gain over life
It just if I owe my homies and my partners back in the day
I gotta give back man, believe that though
Yeah, believe that there

(Chorus)
I bought a bag of hot fries, hotdog and a drink
I put the rest off in the tank
I owe you 30 dollars
I had to pay you that
What kind of friend would I be?
If I ain’t pay you back
I bought a 40 and a magazine
Of all the cars,hoes, clothes
That i never seen
I owe you 30 dollars
I had to pay you that
What kind of friend would I be?
If I ain’t pay you back

(Verse 1)
Multi sweats with the multi tee
Before I had the multi clothes you could multi me
Multi million dolllar dreams rolled in dirt
Colt 45 still reserved, irk and jerk
Cop a fifth for the 599
Little caesers hot and ready
That’s gon hold us down
I had a scheme to get rich
And Imma show you how
I can’t pay no bills
I know sh*t is real
But thank you for the couch
And that chick that came through
I thought I loved her
I’m glad you saw my checks
And shot a young player rubbers
Winter time cold bought a young player covers
Eviction notice on the door
I’m sorry for the trouble
I ain’t have no job
But the beats was a thing to our soul
And that bass filled the space
When the heater was broke
And all those hamburger helper meals
That sat on the stove
Almost made a ni**a sick cause the mixture was old
Its funny how that funny style s**t never changes
Humbling, ni**as ain’t come up how we came up
So now the steak medium plus
Medium well, way too tough
Worst cut, it ain’t medium much
Plate 4 hundred degrees, hot boy to the touch
Sweet potato casserole, ni**a, f**k with the crust
Imma shoot the shot if need be, I live for the clutch
Stopped sipping drank, it had us on lean like a crutch
Nowadays it’s a stand up game
No sitting room in my vault, I got stand up change
Wine tasting and a billion talk
And stocks in the villa route
The only time I tell a chick to taste it and spit it out
Long way from the boxes of wine
Roasting Louis 13 under candle for shine
Copping s**t they’ll never stock
Shoes they’ll never drop
My music got way too much bounce
It’ll never flop
They some lames in a bubble
They’ll never pop
Puppets on a string
Shuck and jive call them fraggle rocks
But we cut from a different cloth
My ni**a that’s a different cost
See the smoke, garlic, aeoli, that’s a different sauce
Invisible set with the grill, that’s a different floss
Making toast for the blessings, I’m a different boss
Losing friends over bread, that’s a different loss
So just in case I never told you before
Let me pay back what I owe
So just in case I never told you before
Let me pay back what I owe

(Repeat Chorus)