Profit Lyrics
| Song | Profit |
| Artist | Rittz |
| Album | Next to Nothing (Deluxe Edition) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| feat, Shawty Fatt & Yelawolf | |
| [Hook – Rittz] | |
| Yep, yep, yep, ************ I’m all about my (profit) | |
| Yep, yep, yep, don’t even try to count my (profit) | |
| Yep, yep, yep, so stay the ****** up out my (profit) | |
| Yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah | |
| [Verse 1 – Yelawolf] | |
| I got my buddies on the corner, in the back of the club with a sack | |
| And they rolling up a jointer, smoking that country stash | |
| You ain’t never seen a bull rider bumping UGK | |
| Nah homie, you ain’t never seen that | |
| ****** it, [?] | |
| Like a bucket seat | |
| Hip hop make em all lean back | |
| Make a ping pong ball jealous of the bounce | |
| Chevrolet sitting tall like a cloud | |
| Yeah, pick another trailer park girl up | |
| Dirty blonde digger, ding dong, get out | |
| Yeah, Imma let the lid out, ****** puffing in this jar, lightning bug | |
| Southern hospitality, but I hospitalize you cause I’m nice enough | |
| To spot a punk like a homophobic | |
| I’m on it, my opponents know it | |
| Get your money up D-boy | |
| I ain’t a D-boy, but my folks they grow it | |
| Done clipped the bud and done sold it | |
| I been sipping Bud, you ain’t noticed? | |
| I’m in the bible belt like a church, in the lobby | |
| With an offering tray for that profit | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2 – Shawty Fatt] | |
| Let me get started | |
| Targeting artists, ain’t no dodging em, lodging them | |
| Cause they fraudulous, yeah, my ho might been sporting ************t | |
| No tours and ************t, no super Nintendo, but I got cartridges | |
| Car******an ************t, working my big old tool like I know carpentry | |
| Pardon me it’s the, ****** you know me, the hottest commodity | |
| Probably catch me posted at penny province in poverty | |
| Cause they copping it, stopping me, nope | |
| No [?] copping me, nope | |
| P O T B E L L, why the hell they riding my tail? | |
| I’ll slow it down a minute (what?) | |
| Cause I ain’t been around a minute | |
| These ******s feeling themselves cause I let em borrow the crown a minute | |
| And I'll admit I get beside myself sometimes | |
| Only cause I know I got ****** rhymes | |
| And my punch lines will ****** wit yo mind | |
| I’m bucking, bout my | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3 – Rittz] | |
| I am a real Slumerican | |
| Told Yelawolf he can swear me in | |
| I got a heavy double barrel in my box Chevy | |
| When my album drop, everybody scared again | |
| And I’m prepared to win at all costs | |
| Y’all talk a lot of ************t, tryna tear my skin | |
| And rumor has it I’m crazy, I need to see a therapist | |
| Well if the shoe fits, ****** it Imma wear it then | |
| Cause I’m a go getter, I would swear for ten | |
| I’m bout to turn up like a sombrero rim | |
| I'm kinda like a modern day Larry Flynn | |
| It’s Slum ************t, baby ****** Katy Perry fans | |
| I rep Atlanta, I ain’t never been to Paris, France | |
| I switch lanes, crossing over like I’m Jeremy Lin | |
| You can't admire me, don’t let me catch you staring pimp | |
| I’m like a great white shark in this aquarium | |
| When I was young, I knew kids out caroling | |
| Around the holidays, they were pistol carrying | |
| In the spare, getting paper was imperative | |
| Reaching in my pocket, only thing there was lint | |
| Well I compare with then, don’t want to spare a cent | |
| We suited up in all black, in a pair of tens | |
| I ran up in a local baller's house, I lay it down | |
| Mother******, show me where it is | |
| I’m bout to take that profit | |
| [Hook] |
| feat, Shawty Fatt Yelawolf | |
| Hook Rittz | |
| Yep, yep, yep, I' m all about my profit | |
| Yep, yep, yep, don' t even try to count my profit | |
| Yep, yep, yep, so stay the up out my profit | |
| Yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah | |
| Verse 1 Yelawolf | |
| I got my buddies on the corner, in the back of the club with a sack | |
| And they rolling up a jointer, smoking that country stash | |
| You ain' t never seen a bull rider bumping UGK | |
| Nah homie, you ain' t never seen that | |
| it, ? | |
| Like a bucket seat | |
| Hip hop make em all lean back | |
| Make a ping pong ball jealous of the bounce | |
| Chevrolet sitting tall like a cloud | |
| Yeah, pick another trailer park girl up | |
| Dirty blonde digger, ding dong, get out | |
| Yeah, Imma let the lid out, puffing in this jar, lightning bug | |
| Southern hospitality, but I hospitalize you cause I' m nice enough | |
| To spot a punk like a homophobic | |
| I' m on it, my opponents know it | |
| Get your money up Dboy | |
| I ain' t a Dboy, but my folks they grow it | |
| Done clipped the bud and done sold it | |
| I been sipping Bud, you ain' t noticed? | |
| I' m in the bible belt like a church, in the lobby | |
| With an offering tray for that profit | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 Shawty Fatt | |
| Let me get started | |
| Targeting artists, ain' t no dodging em, lodging them | |
| Cause they fraudulous, yeah, my ho might been sporting t | |
| No tours and t, no super Nintendo, but I got cartridges | |
| Car an t, working my big old tool like I know carpentry | |
| Pardon me it' s the, you know me, the hottest commodity | |
| Probably catch me posted at penny province in poverty | |
| Cause they copping it, stopping me, nope | |
| No ? copping me, nope | |
| P O T B E L L, why the hell they riding my tail? | |
| I' ll slow it down a minute what? | |
| Cause I ain' t been around a minute | |
| These s feeling themselves cause I let em borrow the crown a minute | |
| And I' ll admit I get beside myself sometimes | |
| Only cause I know I got rhymes | |
| And my punch lines will wit yo mind | |
| I' m bucking, bout my | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 Rittz | |
| I am a real Slumerican | |
| Told Yelawolf he can swear me in | |
| I got a heavy double barrel in my box Chevy | |
| When my album drop, everybody scared again | |
| And I' m prepared to win at all costs | |
| Y' all talk a lot of t, tryna tear my skin | |
| And rumor has it I' m crazy, I need to see a therapist | |
| Well if the shoe fits, it Imma wear it then | |
| Cause I' m a go getter, I would swear for ten | |
| I' m bout to turn up like a sombrero rim | |
| I' m kinda like a modern day Larry Flynn | |
| It' s Slum t, baby Katy Perry fans | |
| I rep Atlanta, I ain' t never been to Paris, France | |
| I switch lanes, crossing over like I' m Jeremy Lin | |
| You can' t admire me, don' t let me catch you staring pimp | |
| I' m like a great white shark in this aquarium | |
| When I was young, I knew kids out caroling | |
| Around the holidays, they were pistol carrying | |
| In the spare, getting paper was imperative | |
| Reaching in my pocket, only thing there was lint | |
| Well I compare with then, don' t want to spare a cent | |
| We suited up in all black, in a pair of tens | |
| I ran up in a local baller' s house, I lay it down | |
| Mother, show me where it is | |
| I' m bout to take that profit | |
| Hook |
| feat, Shawty Fatt Yelawolf | |
| Hook Rittz | |
| Yep, yep, yep, I' m all about my profit | |
| Yep, yep, yep, don' t even try to count my profit | |
| Yep, yep, yep, so stay the up out my profit | |
| Yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah | |
| Verse 1 Yelawolf | |
| I got my buddies on the corner, in the back of the club with a sack | |
| And they rolling up a jointer, smoking that country stash | |
| You ain' t never seen a bull rider bumping UGK | |
| Nah homie, you ain' t never seen that | |
| it, ? | |
| Like a bucket seat | |
| Hip hop make em all lean back | |
| Make a ping pong ball jealous of the bounce | |
| Chevrolet sitting tall like a cloud | |
| Yeah, pick another trailer park girl up | |
| Dirty blonde digger, ding dong, get out | |
| Yeah, Imma let the lid out, puffing in this jar, lightning bug | |
| Southern hospitality, but I hospitalize you cause I' m nice enough | |
| To spot a punk like a homophobic | |
| I' m on it, my opponents know it | |
| Get your money up Dboy | |
| I ain' t a Dboy, but my folks they grow it | |
| Done clipped the bud and done sold it | |
| I been sipping Bud, you ain' t noticed? | |
| I' m in the bible belt like a church, in the lobby | |
| With an offering tray for that profit | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 Shawty Fatt | |
| Let me get started | |
| Targeting artists, ain' t no dodging em, lodging them | |
| Cause they fraudulous, yeah, my ho might been sporting t | |
| No tours and t, no super Nintendo, but I got cartridges | |
| Car an t, working my big old tool like I know carpentry | |
| Pardon me it' s the, you know me, the hottest commodity | |
| Probably catch me posted at penny province in poverty | |
| Cause they copping it, stopping me, nope | |
| No ? copping me, nope | |
| P O T B E L L, why the hell they riding my tail? | |
| I' ll slow it down a minute what? | |
| Cause I ain' t been around a minute | |
| These s feeling themselves cause I let em borrow the crown a minute | |
| And I' ll admit I get beside myself sometimes | |
| Only cause I know I got rhymes | |
| And my punch lines will wit yo mind | |
| I' m bucking, bout my | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 Rittz | |
| I am a real Slumerican | |
| Told Yelawolf he can swear me in | |
| I got a heavy double barrel in my box Chevy | |
| When my album drop, everybody scared again | |
| And I' m prepared to win at all costs | |
| Y' all talk a lot of t, tryna tear my skin | |
| And rumor has it I' m crazy, I need to see a therapist | |
| Well if the shoe fits, it Imma wear it then | |
| Cause I' m a go getter, I would swear for ten | |
| I' m bout to turn up like a sombrero rim | |
| I' m kinda like a modern day Larry Flynn | |
| It' s Slum t, baby Katy Perry fans | |
| I rep Atlanta, I ain' t never been to Paris, France | |
| I switch lanes, crossing over like I' m Jeremy Lin | |
| You can' t admire me, don' t let me catch you staring pimp | |
| I' m like a great white shark in this aquarium | |
| When I was young, I knew kids out caroling | |
| Around the holidays, they were pistol carrying | |
| In the spare, getting paper was imperative | |
| Reaching in my pocket, only thing there was lint | |
| Well I compare with then, don' t want to spare a cent | |
| We suited up in all black, in a pair of tens | |
| I ran up in a local baller' s house, I lay it down | |
| Mother, show me where it is | |
| I' m bout to take that profit | |
| Hook |
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