Lyrics:
money fetish
Pocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce
Put the work in a bag, make a yayo sandwich
Then we go and spread it through the hood
an activist, it's make-believe
Don't even go back to your hood and plant no money trees
Say you hate the girls I fuck, but what you really mean?
I been with
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
feel sorry")
No what i mean? We about to get it popping, let's go!
Yo! Yo!
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Tell your crew to be easy, niggas run
gonna quit don't bother
Da Staff's in your head like a blowjob
It's like your vaccines
Cuz once you get the shot you're a goner
I just wanna make you
Ay, in my apartment a long time ago
I knew a bad bitch, but she was kind of slow
Still gave it up when it's a few of us
She let me finger fuck her
you)
You look so deep
You know that it humbles me,
Your by my side and troubles them don't trouble me
Many have called but the chosen Is you
Whatever
Watch the days go by one by one as I decay
We stay alive riding life on the freeway
Iodine eyes see your cyanide lies
Baptized in a tide
Tie your tie
still they throwing shades Insidious
You can laugh now see who finna smile in the end
Let's go
Stuck with the mob relate to Carlo Gambino
Fuck with
KushedGod, bitch, the realest
Uh huh, Pete Rock, Smoke DZA
Right, soul brother number uno
Let's get it, homie and you know
Right let's go, DZA
In a perfect
believe
Don't feel sorry for me
I hate that look on your face
You say, just let go
You say, come back home
I say, I'm just fallin' from grace
I'm naked in
the bricks, one-six
Pete Rock, bang your head, break the drumsticks
Verbal assault, rhymes rippin' through the mix
Specialist, with the smash hits that can
the bricks, one-six
Pete Rock, bang your head, break the drumsticks
Verbal assault, rhymes rippin' through the mix
Specialist, with the smash hits that can
gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down
(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head
Now, I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got needs
You don't
and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet 'cause I'm comin' up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come
never saw me like
The way that I rhyme at a show
The reason why, man, I don't know
So let's go, 'cause
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
Avalon
In the countryside in England
With your red robe danglin' all around your body free
Let your red robe go.
Goin' ridin' down by Avalon
Would you
we at my home all chilling and laughing
And it seemed like Pete was out to go and get some action
I know this brother went over to go and kiss his mum,
from a 1977 Monte Carlo
Hard act to follow, it's showtime
Tryna boo you up like it's the Apollo
Your walk is viscous, let's get down to business
You
gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down
(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head
Now, I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got needs
You don't
(haha, here we go again)
Conspiracy Theory, international version
(The Evil Genius, Green Lantern)
Let's go
Does it make you mad when I switch my
haters
Youd be acting like cops
Watching my page got me filled with rage
And im bout to let it go
Bitch im in a roll
And she give me all this brain
I
you got that good good, I already know
Tell it by your size, I know you a dancer
Rein-derriere, I'ma call you Prancer
Booty paparazzi, pose for
was to the drugs, alcohol, or suicide
We can try to be better, don't look down on lesser
Go out and have a good time, mingle with your best friends
But
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