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Albums:

Best of DJ Melo-Mix, Pt. 2: The Blunt Burner (DJ Melo-Mix) · Beautiful Tribute to James Blunt (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Tribute to James Blunt (Joe Cocker) · Blunt Force Trauma (Cavalera Conspiracy) · Blunt Force Trauma (Cavalera Conspiracy) · Old Cuts And Blunt Knives (Crowpath) · Blunt Special Blends (Royal Flush) · Blunt Force Trauma [CD/DVD] (Cavalera Conspiracy) · Blunt Force Trauma (Cavalera Conspiracy) · I Need a Dollar (Aloe Blacc) – and 90 other albums »


Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces
Plastic bag carryin', no two paces
iPhone, belt by Gucci
Bands with loose change and some car keys
thuggin'
On top of corners every day strugglin'
All the beautiful women getting' money
Washin' them dollar bills like laundry

Cause I'm a tell you like you
of the world 
With 50 grand in my hand 
Steady puffin on a blunt 
Sippin hennessy and coke, 
Gimme what you won't. 

Sittin on top of the world 
Sittin
Yeah, it's Kells
Kells and o-j (ay ay)

Swag through the club throwin' money in the sky,
I can't lie, I'm a ball 'til I die,
Blunts of the good
mommy was bad they say
Donny Hathaway freefall from a balcony, he swings

As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray
I could see my whole life fly past
crazy, mommy was bad they say
Donny Hathaway freefall from a balcony, he swings

[HooK: Nas]
As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray
I could see my
see nothin' but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll
I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold
Got it off the street movin' bundles and loads
she don't do you like me
Betcha top dollar she don't move you like me
Betcha she 
Betcha that she don't turn you on
You know that I'm the one you
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin'' players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin'' players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
proper,
did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah).
Do hip-hop, rap, compose 'em most, I couldn't see me,
mad advanced and my skills are all about
(where my money at?)

[Chorus: Akon (x2)]
See I'mma tell you like Wu told me
Cash rules everything around me
Singin' dollar dollar bill y'all (dollar
Sitting right on top of me with that incredible rump
So check it out
I got a blunt (and a ho)
I ain't about to spend my whole day stuck in the funk
So I'm
to get drunk (And a ho)
Sitting right on top of me with that incredible rump
So check it out
I got a blunt (And a ho)
I ain't about to spend my whole
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin'' players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
the six-six-tre
Like I won't let this motherfucka tear up the store
Three-wheeling with a cloud of kush in my jaw
Thousand dollar blunts, what a nigga want?
a pair of my sneakers
I wonder where he got 'em 'cause I hid 'em behind my speakers
The object of your affection is the tree-top connection
Or basically
a pair of my sneakers
I wonder where he got 'em 'cause I hid 'em behind my speakers
The object of your affection is the tree-top connection
Or basically
at the light see some hoes watch 'em jock us
I'm so roll with my electric top
Hit a button, ain't gotta get out, fuck with nothing
Let the top just fold up
come around my blunt
Grimey and gritty New York City's top gun
First nigga act up gets a hot one
B-P-V the bottom and top done
I get there, I gets
Stopped at the light see some hoes watch 'em jock us

I'm so roll with my electric top
Hit a button, ain't gotta get out, fuck with nuthin'
Let the top
Yo, yo, yo 
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene 
Now I see everything 
Niggas who sling 
Shaolin' cats thrown inside a bing
Proper ass amps ??? Alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dollar do a line
Pump RBL maybe 1,2,3
Or the funky shit by the I.M.P.
Now I'm high like
Alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dollar do a line
Pump RBL maybe 1,2,3
Or the funky shit by the I.M.P.
Now I'm high like a motherfuckin jet
Fuck a 9
shells by the sea shore
Payin' for the guests on that big ass boat

Yo kids, I'm takin' no shorts, back and forth like a meter
Play it crazy, ballin' see