Lyrics:
dollar bills never gets old
Taxing the many to give to the few
I bet those one percenters are enjoying the view
While we're out here slaving just to pay
The story begins like a Dickens Novel, David Copperfield "I am born"
And naw nigga we all just can't get along
5996 A-L The Year of Light Illuminati
(hit them with the press)
Sauce Gardner or Deion
Them little boys some peons
She paid for a new ass by the looks go get a refund (Ha Ha)
Wanted Doc Miami
and anxious
While living for the future
'cos I'm stuck with this anxiety
This is my reality
I’m California Dreamin’
What if life gets a little hazy
Would
just brakes loose
A broken little brass bell of a safety coffin
Starts to ring on the far end of this acre of Satan
Poorly reserved
just flickin' taking pics
Nah nigga I can see the residue on the sink while I shit
Yeah I shit at parties, fuck you hoes, plug your nose
Went in healthy
[foul mouthed girl yelling at Bill on the phone]
[Bushwick Bill]
You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear
Gotta start with the right
It's been a miracle from what you've done
Please stay right by my side
Two can be one
The righteous way to go
Been a while but no
I'll believe
these bills
Wheres the fun we just chasing statistics
Hurt each other while we saying really mean things
Yawa no fit stop all my faaji
Na good vibes I'll
because I'm being you every week
(by the way it seem that everybody...)
I grit my teeth and bare it (you know this judge? he carries a grudge!)
Just
peevish after a while
So he rose, looked all around, and made this speech
He said you all see this brand new razor
I had it sharpened just today
Now
arm
(To know that at five you're really arrivin', she'll be holding your arm)
In spite of bills
(Even though the bills just pile up by the million)
a terrorist
Get behind you on the terrace
Your face dripping mascara
Like you screamin and crying,
But they ain't screams of terror
Just hoping I can get clear
videos
Exploiting their bodies
While little girls around the world grab
They phone and they watch it
They need a realistic role model
Not just a Barbie
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
stacking up stamina, stress and some clothes
I've seen devils keep laughing and having a toast
And tip tapping on toes on the mat by the door
While I'm
while
For a little while
Yeah they say that
Falling feels like flying
For a little while
For a little while
And I can't possibly imagine
Just what
chill
Catch me in Brazil, ratchet on, little glass of Tequil'
I swear to the real, my real, if I don't win
Then I won't spend, I'm grabbing bill
judged by the hairs
On my chinny chin chin
And I'm able to hit a skin (girls giggling)
Just like my man Puba Maxwell, so I'm smooth
Yeah, Kane, he get
It's crazy out here (uhhhhhhh)
Yo mama I'm tryin to keep my head strong (whats up Mystikal?)
Uhhhhhh! (uhhhhhh) I'm just a ghetto child trying
to build your dreams, you on your own
When it's time to pay the bills, you on your own
But man can not live by bread alone
Am a young stoner, tryna get this
then she ain't got no use
By the way that she making that ass shake
I just told baby do what she do
She the type I got to search for
Wasn't handed
by the bed to pray
I haven't done this in a while
So I don't know what to say
But, Lord, I feel so small sometimes in this big ol' place
Yeah, I
Here we go'..|Alright'.||Flat-bill forward sittin off the shore and that sun's as hot as Tabasco|Coastas killin that glare while I sip and stare
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