Lyrics:
gettin' bank
Gettin' head, gettin' hella dank
I drop my top when it's hot and sunny
So how you talk shit when you ain't havin no money
I set trends in
(Ndalama)
See lil Dziko had a dream
Make it big when he drops his album in the streets
Hoping that he'll get some money from CD sales
Mwina akagulitsako
I see the crystals in the smoke
No na, baby girl don't you choke
Made an album my first year
By God's grace OTM we going clear
I ain't lazy
Do what I
Now I get sandwiched by these chicks... my pleasure
Play that shit again, yeah by bars be too clever
Album too cold like my studio in Denver
I think I'm
close,coast-to-coast,
Shows I host, foes I roast, adios, I'm ghost
[Chorus]
Yo, street ? in new york is a place this nigga stands
With a machete I'm a crazy Eddie
FLOWERS FOR MAMA
WRITERS EDDIE NOACK, CINDY WALKER, AL RUMLEY
Papa brought flowers for mama today
And all the grown children, but it's not mother's
mentor no guidance just blinded by diamonds
Just living for rhyming forget my religion
For birds in the kitchen
My homie in prison I'm miss him
Pause
Shed
to the clones of a
Spider crew
No hate, just a fuck you too
Not pressed by what you do
I'm M C let the mic confuse
It's righteous soul food, for
The album do,
just won the lotto
My love with overflow
Not an album, it's a movie Tarantino
With you I'm real, I don't act, Al Pacino
Yeah she calls me papi but she is
Yeah
Uhuh
Wow
Look
Look
I gotta get up there's money to make
Riding on E like there's none in the tank
Ion do words like fill in the blanks
Fuck what
think it's tawdry
Polly, Nancy, Eddie, Artie prolly already getting bawdy
DJ got the party started Dev's all "let's get naughty"
But in responding Angie
that, I love y'all because
Everything in this world is just love
I love fast cars (and)
I love fast broads (and)
I love fast money (and)
I love
loves me.
Everybody's here to party.
I'm about to get your game up
Cause we coming in with
Mad instrumentals and trumpet players.
Money Money Money Money
Or fire dope producers for more money.
Wait, what, where was I?
I guess I got side-tracked
Dissing Detroit high school drop-outs
With new albums
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
by friends and family at a few small shows
We put together here in Memphis TN
We had a lot of fun creating and dreaming
We learned a lot from the work
to take it in, yet, I'm still thankful
I don't discriminate, I take it in pesos
Tryna to close my curtain, I was in Capers
Now I'm insured by the street,
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
excited for this album
I think this album is definitely your baby
And it's definitely gonna be heard by a lot of people
And a lot of people are going
Mark it as another project in the books
Another album where I wrote all of the verses and hooks
A fuckin comeback, one album after another
Producing
and rappin' on beats (Ay that's what i'm doing right now)
This album took me like a month to make (Aah a little bit over)
I can easily make a beat in an hour
dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams
I get money like Junior Mafia used to
On my way to school ten thousand in my FUBU
Lunchtime, I was sellin' behind
leverage I got, Just dropped two-k in the pot
I can't hear over them screaming eddie b you fucking hot
Two words and you might get shot
Pop-pop bend around
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