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background There's oil on the puddles in taffeta patterns That run down the drain In colored arrangements That Michael will change with a stick that he
Can...not cash in your face We don't want your kind living in here Aye, you might be a great doctor You might be a great lawyer You might possess the key
on the chain (Racks) You spent your last fifty (Ugh, cash) I got the keys to the streets (Keys) You got the key to defeat (Defeated) I got the keys
to keep 'em blind, so we can crime With piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado You know my
Got 86 on that dash, got 87 in cash, and I'm born in '88 Born and raised in New York, so you do the math Pass that dutch, oh I'mma get a little high
Thank you very much This next song was written by a man right here in Folsom prison And last night was the first time I've ever sung this song
the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush on Lay down the competition, take
Words and music by John Kay, Michael Palmer and Steve Palmer Say the word if you need work done Pick up the phone darlin', dial a prayer You can
Uh, gray snow in my house alarm Countin' cash every morning before I leave home (leave home) Family I love, don't wanna leave this world alone
stop me Most hoes they jock me, I got knots in my pockets Caviar and bitches, 6-4 and switches Champagne and riches, but cooking keys in kitchens
Downtown north past the airport A dream in switchgrass and concrete Three gray floors of smoky windows Facing the street Michael pulls
was a gambler I'd go for the quick win I'd cash all my chips in And get out of town [Chorus: x2] Oh yeah, changin' it by now, yeah, yeah
an angel one might miss, I can talk to, I can turn to, there to handle this Sunday morning in the choir, I'm the one who's singing off key By my
forever give thanks like a pilgrim Cash Money million, heir to the throne Going at the heads like hair in a comb Sittin' by the window, I just stare
of key, you're out of key 1/2 wistful, 1/2 boastful. 1/2 wistful, 1/2 boastful The pigs are fucking in the field With a hey nonny nonny and a hey nonny no
hoes, who want clothes? I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's) I got hoes, in codes, in different areas Four ton whips that's sittin'
Laundry mat hoes, who want clothes? I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's) I got hoes, in codes, in different areas Four ton whips that's
time to find her gone She's on the train To somewhere up by Fordham Road Her reptile brain Locked down and ready in combat mode Some cash
I made a wish on Aladdin an imaginary menagerie in Manhattan Filled with robots dancin like Michael Jacksons or Janet Jacksons-- Control Ms.
Mislaid plan make a mess made Damnation, let's play hands and spades That's without, a boycott and a sit-out Afro-Black pick in with a fist out From
here for you till the end Cause I don't want want to see you hurt again I can be the key for your heart to mend [Chorus] Cause baby you're not
that the last shall be first Now I'm in a hearse, what's this cash really worth? My whole life I had to worry about eatin' I ain't have time to think
ain't trough Comin' hard as fuck I be like acin' and I'm icin' Steppin' into the ring fuckin' 'em up like Michael Tyson Gimme all your cash 'cause
I'd rather be rich, it sounds a little funny If diggin' a ditch would earn me lots of money I'd dig like a fool in the land of milk and honey
me from dust, that's why I did dirt You said that the last shall be first Now I'm in a hearse, what's this cash really worth? My whole life I had