Lyrics:
(Yeah)
Hold 'em by the hand, kiss 'em and walk wit' 'em (Uh)
I love 'em up, I sit down and I talk wit' 'em (Yeah)
Travel 'round the world then I'm back
see the past and the future like a fortune teller
If she start talkin' then I'm turnin' into Helen Keller (Yeah)
Hopped out the coupe, fishbowl what I
me
Better pray the pieces fit we chop em down wit machetes
If he banging what he claiming hope his potnas collect em
Nigga capin like a kappa get em
here then we might as well shine together (all up in my ears)
Better now than never, business before pleasure (the mic is loud, but the music isn't
dank)
Ima sip the drank
If I need to (Ima sip the drank)
Yea baby I know I’m cold
But I bleed too (but I bleed too)
But it feels better
In the stu (feels
I can't do shit wit lil baby ass contracts
They want me to sign an advance
I walk in the office
I won't take my shades off for shit
I ain't shaking
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
With big money shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the start
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
With big money shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the start
down
It's purse first a** last
Let's get this money baby
Girl tell me now is you with me
As long as you pay me
We split the profits fifty, fifty
like it neat with no ice
Let me pull you to the side girl you all with it
So tell your friends bye girl and let a dog in it baby
Are you down, are you
coconuts!
ARTHUR: What?
GUARD #1: You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're
bangin' 'em together.
ARTHUR: So? We have ridden since the snows
Young Tune, the big kahuna (yeah)
It's my ocean, baby, y'all niggas is tuna (yeah)
Better now than sooner, junior (yeah)
Flyin' 'round your city,
Young Tune, the big kahuna (yeah)
It's my ocean, baby, y'all niggas is tuna (yeah)
Better now than sooner, junior (yeah)
Flyin' 'round your city,
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
the clown
Why you looking sad bitch stop the frown
Baby look good got a cop it down
All up in the shook up walls knock 'em down
Black Gorilla fam we got
Everybody get yo' scrilla
Don't worry 'bout ya time zone
Homie get yo' grind on
Better
Bounce baby baby bounce baby baby bounce
To them outta town
Everybody get yo' scrilla
Don't worry 'bout ya time zone
Homie get yo' grind on
Better
Bounce baby baby bounce baby baby bounce
To them outta town
cash
Now I dash down the block but I keep my game tight
When I'm in the Rover, I gets the guests the same night
You try skeezin me, should be try pleasin
Couple gangbangers holdin' guns high
Start shootin' shots when they drive by
Five shots hit 'em in the fuckin' head, now he's dead
And he's only
Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what
But it's about ta get ugly
Y'all better call people up
I'm about ta start shovin' my sawed-off between your guts
Wayne
centuries
Watch me rise up to the ceiling, imma break it, listen up, yuh
Death ringin' the bells, yeah, uh
You better get out my way, yeah, uh
I'm turnin
babies, maybe my way that I use words is loose
But you turds better be careful how you choose yours
'Cause feelings scar but egos bruise worse
mind state
Don't make me step on you and make you wine grapes
Cry babies, maybe my way that I use words is loose
But you turds better be careful how
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