O.T. Genasis Touchdown

[Pre-Hook:]

Word around town I’m the man nigga

Break that bitch down to the grams nigga

16 O’s in a pound nigga, quarter back drop, touch down nigga

[Hook:]

Touch, touch, touchdown nigga

Touch, touch, touchdown nigga

Touch, touch, touchdown nigga

N-next day air, no ground nigga

Took a loss, had a nigga on slim fast

Now I’m moving weight like gym class

Broke her down every bag like Sinbad

How I get this bread mind your bizness

Set it on sight, and I go half price

Dough got my bread on your head no lights

Wrap it up good no smell, that’s right

Cut the box open, no Jordan that’s flight

Shit look good, so I’m stacking numbers

Next morning another tracking number

Looking for a bad bitch I can bust down

Tricking off field go I need a touchdown

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook x2]

Throw that shit like Peyton

Throw that shit like Peyton

Throw that shit like Peyton

Hurry up, I got these other niggas waiting

Send, send the shit over trying to see bread

And if I say how I said it, I’ma see face

Ain’t trying get myself cold nigga

When I throw the passes, it’s colt nigga

Met a bitch at the club, I’m trying see her

She could be my new wide receiver

No photo, we don’t play text

No smell wrapped up like safe sex

Fast life no slow down nigga

Move weight like my car broke down nigga

No rare thang good, no doubt

Long as niggas don’t run the wrong routes

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook x2]

Throw that shit like Peyton

Throw that shit like Peyton

Throw that shit like Peyton

Hurry up, I got these other niggas waiting

O.T. Genasis Money

[Hook – O.T. Genasis:]

I got a lotta money

Money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money, money, money

I got a lotta money

Money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money, money, money

[Verse 1 – O.T. Genasis:]

[?] Franks, Euros, get it in

Want Pounds, oh, I love Benjamins

Just start off work, I had a slave shift

At work all night, I had a grave shift

Money lookin’ real good, just got a check

‘Bout to spend this [?] nothin’ left

I’m a take me a shot when they play this

Cause I worked too hard to say this

My boss tryna stress me out

My girl tryna stress me out

At work they won’t let me out

But I got a lotta money in my bank account

[Hook – O.T. Genasis:]

I got a lotta money

Money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money, money, money

I got a lotta money

Money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money, money, money

[Verse 2 – Snoop Dogg:]

You wouldn’t believe all the money I done seen in my life

If bein’ broke is wrong, I just gotta be right

Dedicated to the educated

One-billion now, you could say I made it

[?] for a hundred-thou’, I graduated

To a half ticket when I renovate it, [?]

Skated like a nigga at the X Games

Into telecommunication, my niggas, see? That’s my next game

S got the best game

That’s why I get more than the rest, mane

It’s a chess game

You niggas playin’ checkers

Add some more cheese to my burger

I’m a rich nigga

[Hook – O.T. Genasis:]

I got a lotta money

Money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money, money, money

I got a lotta money

Money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money, money, money

[Verse 3 – O.T. Genasis:]

Big chain, big watch, so icy

She choosin’, your girl like me

All this money, I don’t know what to do with it

She twerkin’, love the way she do it

Get it, girl, get it, girl

Throw it back, throw it back, get with it, girl

Drank liquor, now you bent

You lookin’ for a nigga that can pay your rent

My pockets ain’t on slim

You say you want a nigga and I might be him

Friday, just got my check, just got my check, just got my check

[Hook – O.T. Genasis:]

I got a lotta money

Money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money, money, money

I got a lotta money

Money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money, money, money

O.T. Genasis Get Racks

Rack, oh, oh, oh

(Juice808)

[OT Genasis:]

I got the molly, oh, I got the Xans

I got the Oxy, go, I got the bands

Get racks nigga, get racks nigga

Get racks nigga, get racks nigga

I got the molly, I got the Xans

I got the Oxy, I got the bands

Get racks nigga, get racks nigga

Get racks nigga, get racks nigga

I’m in the trap

I get the racks

Niggas be talking

I get the whacked

I got the strap

Sit on my lap

Got a new house

I need a mat

Billboard’ll get it again

These niggas don’t want me winning

Running behind all these walls

Feel like I’m stuck in the pen

All of these fuck niggas

Acting like fuck niggas

All of these sus niggas

Semi [?] niggas

.357 on me

That Mac-11 on me

If you get caught slipping

He go to Heaven on E!

They keep on hating on me

They put a [?] on me

I got a tip for the things

Heard that they waiting on me

I got the molly, oh, I got the Xans

I got the Oxy, go, I got the bands

Get racks nigga, get racks nigga

Get racks nigga, get racks nigga

I got the molly, I got the Xans

I got the Oxy, I got the bands

Get racks nigga, get racks nigga

Get racks nigga, get racks nigga

[TI:]

Benz truck with no mileage on it

And there your bitch tongue got molly on it

And I’m an ex-con, former crack dealer

Whose always pass a rap nigga

But I still ride with a sack full of

So I’m gonna take it, make me act better

Mason Margiela with the black leather

Make it hard, I deserve a [?]

Just fell in love with my bank teller

If money make these niggas Uncle Tom

Never wanna be as rich as that nigga

Still white on white Frank Mueller

Ice cold, yessir

I’m an avalanche, you a McFlurry

Blowing gas till my chest hurt

The [?] as my net worth

My nigga OT told me OG

Got it locked in like a door key

But he lowkey, need an oz?

I throw you something nigga, no fee, damn

[OT Genasis:]

I got the molly, oh, I got the Xans

I got the Oxy, go, I got the bands

Get racks nigga, get racks nigga

Get racks nigga, get racks nigga

I got the molly, I got the Xans

I got the Oxy, I got the bands

Get racks nigga, get racks nigga

Get racks nigga, get racks nigga

O.T. Genasis Go Off

I don’t understand why niggas acting cheap. Like you don’t want to spend no money. Start holding onto it nigga

I’m a go off, I’m a go off, I’m a go off, I’m a go off

Fuck that cost, I’m a boss, fuck that cost, I’m a boss

I’m a go off, I’m a go off, I’m a go off, I’m a go off

Fuck that cost, I’m a boss, fuck that cost, I’m a boss

Run that check, make that bet

Fuck these hoes, get that neck

Trick that cash, blow that shit

She gon’ dance, throw that shit

Get Saks Fifth, I’m at Gucci

They bring champagne when I’m at Coochie

Valentino got me looking like I’m in the army

Got a bitch shotgun looking like a Barbie

Seeder Hills, yeah I pay for that

Heard that’s your bitch, why she broke? Where your paper at

Nigga looking too fly, gotta dust me off

Money coming too fast, watch me fuck it up

I’m a go off, I’m a go off, I’m a go off, I’m a go off

Fuck that cost, I’m a boss, fuck that cost, I’m a boss

I’m a go off, I’m a go off, I’m a go off, I’m a go off

Fuck that cost, I’m a boss, fuck that cost, I’m a boss

Serve that weight, go to work

Sip the purp, smoke that purp

Try that fitted, buy that shit

Your bitch DM, I slide that shit

Make your break keep coming

Fuck that hate dog, keep it coming

Get that bag, spend that bag

She ain’t tryna fuck, send that cash

Nigga talking but I think he’s scared to spend money

Real street nigga, I ain’t scared to spend money

Bag it up, get it back

Run it up, get it back

I’m a go off, I’m a go off, I’m a go off, I’m a go off

Fuck that cost, I’m a boss, fuck that cost, I’m a boss

I’m a go off, I’m a go off, I’m a go off, I’m a go off

Fuck that cost, I’m a boss, fuck that cost, I’m a boss

O.T. Genasis On My Mind

[Intro – O.T. Genasis, DJ Drama:]

Dedicated

Yeah

It’s KP

I know it get hard sometimes

Team black, free the homies

Real life, this’ll be the realest shit I ever wrote

I mean, shit be good, but you’d be surprised what a nigga go through

[Hook – K Camp:]

What’s on your mind?

Tryna figure out how I’m gon’ get it, man

I swear that’s on my mind, yeah

Out here tryna live and keep my family straight

I swear that’s on my mind, yeah

These niggas out here wanna see me fail

Gotta get em’ off my mind, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What’s on your mind?

[Verse 1 – O.T. Genasis:]

Big pieces to stunt on all the sleeper’s

Drinkin’ ‘way all my pain, double cup like a Reese’s

Money what I’m makin’, niggas still hatin’

Swear the jitta trip, but not a vacation

My cousin said I’m a blow up, he knew that I would shine

But he ain’t get to see it, RIP my nigga died

Got a family to feed, my son autistic

So fuck a nigga if he think I ain’t authentic

Mental problems, baggin’ dishes, so was no detention

Just work with him every day, early intervision

See Black doin’ time, Pete doin’ time

So I’m here rappin’, I don’t know what the fuck gon’ happen

[Hook – K Camp:]

What’s on your mind?

Tryna figure out how I’m gon’ get it, man

I swear that’s on my mind, yeah

Out here tryna live and keep my family straight

I swear that’s on my mind, yeah

These niggas out here wanna see me fail

Gotta get em’ off my mind, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What’s on your mind?

[Verse 2 – O.T. Genasis:]

Me and my niggas ride with choppa’s like we in the army

My baby brother got a choppa cause he in the army

So if a nigga make me nervous, I gotta destroy

And this shit make me nervous, he ’bout to deploy

Slowin’ down my hustle just so I don’t go to prison

And my momma just recovered from that aneurysm

Caught a stroke, lost for words, cause she lost her words

Couldn’t say shit, swear it made me fuckin’ sick

Pray to God that he give her another chance

Still can’t forget how she looked in that ambulance

I know that I’m a be ight, God got a plan

So fuck a nigga or a bitch who don’t understand

[Hook – K Camp:]

What’s on your mind?

Tryna figure out how I’m gon’ get it, man

I swear that’s on my mind, yeah

Out here tryna live and keep my family straight

I swear that’s on my mind, yeah

These niggas out here wanna see me fail

Gotta get em’ off my mind, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What’s on your mind?

[Verse 3 – K Camp:]

These lame niggas stay hatin’, and I don’t know why

Almost two years you been gone, I swear time fly

These niggas don’t know, I swear these niggas don’t know

I took a dream and I ran with it, watch how far I go

Niggas talkin’ bout such and such, I swear, I ain’t got time for it

Catch me on a island, smokin’ good and some concords

Momma’s crib is paid for, every night what I pray for

Sacrifice every day for her, this the shit that I’m made for

[Hook – K Camp:]

What’s on your mind?

Tryna figure out how I’m gon’ get it, man

I swear that’s on my mind, yeah

Out here tryna live and keep my family straight

I swear that’s on my mind, yeah

These niggas out here wanna see me fail

Gotta get em’ off my mind, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What’s on your mind?

O.T. Genasis Push It

[Verse 1:]

I was mobbing through the beach, yeah the city by the sea

Mama tried to keep me home, but I love the fucking streets

I was cooking up a Ki, tryna serve it to the streets

Couple niggas had beef so I had to Chief Keef

I got homies from the 2, I got homies from the 3

I keep everything neutral, I just wanna smoke a leaf

I was running up a check, try me, he gon get the TEC

Hear a lot of niggas talk, ain’t a nigga press me yet

I’m in Houston, V Live, throwing racks, that’s a bet

And you ain’t a real nigga if you don’t rep your set

[Chorus:]

Push it, push it

Go get the money, go get the money

Push it, push it

Go get the money, go get the money

[Verse 2:]

Cooking on a pot, had to scale and weigh the rock

Almost burned my fucking hand, I forgot this shit was hot

I’m just tryna get a knot, had the shit up in my sock

Leave me lone, leave me lone, I could work my own block

Go get the money, go get the money

Go get the money, go get the money

All these racks I could trick on

I got gold digger money, gold digger money

Hood rich nigga getting money, pushing weight

Everything was an 8, now it’s looking like a plate

[Chorus:]

Push it, push it

Go get the money, go get the money

Push it, push it

Go get the money, go get the money

Push it, push it

Go get the money, go get the money

Push it, push it

Go get the money, go get the money

O.T. Genasis Cash On It

Yeah

I forgot how it go, I gotta get my phone

YS on the beat

White gold Philippe, put da cash on it

Bought a new Jeep, put da cash on it

Where dat ass fat, put da cash on it

Bought a new strap, put da cash on it

Put da cash on it, put da cash on it

Put da cash on it, put da cash on it

Put da cash on it, put da cash on it

Put da cash on it, put da cash on it

Got 100 B’s, got 100 C’s

Got 100 P’s, got 100 G’s

Human race on me, that’s a bumble bee

36 on me, that’s another key

Bitch look fine, that’s another fee

Lil’ bitch flee, who the fuck is she?

I ain’t next to y’all, got a check I ball

Ass real fat, dat cholesterol

White gold Philippe, put da cash on it

Bought a new Jeep, put da cash on it

Where dat ass fat, put da cash on it

Bought a new strap, put da cash on it

Put da cash on it, put da cash on it

Put da cash on it, put da cash on it

Put da cash on it, put da cash on it

Put da cash on it, put da cash on it

I be snapped up, I be strapped up

Nigga act up, he get clapped up

All I do is drink, I be yakked up

Heavyweight bitch, get your racks up

Rollie gold on ’em, had to load on ’em

Bust the shit down, but some clothes on ’em

Double R lit, cause I’m real rich

On some boss shit, that shit cost bitch

White gold Philippe, put da cash on it

Bought a new Jeep, put da cash on it

Where dat ass fat, put da cash on it

Bought a new strap, put da cash on it

Put da cash on it, put da cash on it

Put da cash on it, put da cash on it

Put da cash on it, put da cash on it

Put da cash on it, put da cash on it

White gold Philippe, put da cash on it

Bought a new Jeep, put da cash on it

Where dat ass fat, put da cash on it

Bought a new strap, put da cash on it

Put da cash on it, put da cash on it

Put da cash on it, put da cash on it

Put da cash on it, put da cash on it

Put da cash on it, put da cash on it

O.T. Genasis Weigh The Weight

(Bricks on the beat)

Still selling all the O’s

Pyrex on the stove

Zone on the dinner plate

Fish scale, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

Rich Rollie

Pistol, throw it

Ass, throw it

Bitch, throw it

Rack, get it

Trap, live it

Hat, fitted

Rim, [?]

Packs, got it

Car, bought it

Hate, sorry

Still hard and

Strap on me

Niggas falling

Coke armor

Drug, Tony

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

Car, Benz

Neck, bands

Check, bands

Yup, bands

Coke, right

Price, right

Weigh, scale

Bags, sell

Plug, got it

Drugs, got it

Stove, party

More profit

Run it up

Scale steady

Work, ready

Real heavy

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

I gotta weigh the weight, I gotta weigh the weight

O.T. Genasis Traffic

(Yung Lan on the track)

Skrt, get out the way

I just wanna traffic

It’s too much traffic

Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop

Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop

I just wanna traffic

It’s too much traffic

Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop

Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop

Sitting in the car tryna move work

Had my plug hit me from the new chirp

First time on the road a nigga heart racing

A nigga tryna get to his destination

Hustle everyday tryna get ahead

I ain’t looking side to side, I’m looking straight ahead

Back to back traffic and a roadblock

I’m tryna get there before 5 o’clock

I just wanna traffic

It’s too much traffic

Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop

Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop

I just wanna traffic

It’s too much traffic

Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop

Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop

So close I feel like we bout to bump

Hundred degrees, mail coming through the trunk

Look under my seat, I got Smith & Wesson

I think I see lights but that’s my damn reflection

Nervous than a bitch, fast heartbeat

No tints in the back, just a car seat

12 right ahead, cut my lane off

I gotta hurry up and get these things off

I just wanna traffic

It’s too much traffic

Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop

Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop

I just wanna traffic

It’s too much traffic

Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop

Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop

O.T. Genasis I’m Out Here

[Verse 1 – O.T. Genasis:]

Came up on a lotta bread

Gotta slow down, I been gettin’ a lotta head

Still sellin’ cocaine

Girl goin’ through my phone, I ain’t storin’ no names

Catch me if you can, bitch

Word around town, I’m the man, bitch

Sellin’ all these grams, bitch

Gotta grip the money like I’m ’bout to eat a sandwich

‘Bout bring the Mazi out

Money dance, I’m a bring the Ricky Bobby out

Life in the fast lane

Smoke weed, pop pills, drink a lotta champagne

Met a bad bitch on Thursday

Took the bitch down on Thursday

Now she callin’ my phone early

Oh you thirsty, damn girl, you thirsty

[Hook – O.T. Genasis:]

Lookin’ for a thug? Right here

Lookin’ for some love? Not here

The man with the money, right here

Bitch, I’m out here

Just spent a hundred on my wrist, bitch, I’m out here

Spent three-fifty for the whip, bitch, I’m out here

And I got a brand new bitch, bitch, I’m out here

Bitch, I’m out here

[Verse 2 – Wiz Khalifa:]

Out here stuntin’, out here hustlin’

Out here cuffin’ that bitch and she out here fuckin’

Out here thuggin’, out here puff a whole ounce

Tryna see that thing bounce, shake something

On the couch, yeah, break you off, yeah

I’m a knock the pussy out, put it in her mouth, yeah

Fuck you mean, bitch, I’m out here

Don’t know where that pussy been so I ain’t goin’ down there

I got mushrooms in my lemonade

West Coast bitches gang bangin’

East Coast girls rollin’ Backwoods

My Down South girls love me cause I fuck ’em good

As you should

[Hook – O.T. Genasis:]

Lookin’ for a thug? Right here

Lookin’ for some love? Not here

The man with the money, right here

Bitch, I’m out here

Just spent a hundred on my wrist, bitch, I’m out here

Spent three-fifty for the whip, bitch, I’m out here

And I got a brand new bitch, bitch, I’m out here

Bitch, I’m out here