Lyrics:
them extra Gs
Drank got a nigga moving slow like I got special needs
Never needed niggas for shit, that was my expertise
Sand man, thousand pints in,
[E-40]
Huh? Want me to speak the real?
[Kaveo]
Speak the real man
[E-40]
Nigga speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak
Huh? Want me to speak the real?
Speak the real man
Nigga speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
It`s
half
With less than half a half-pint of vodka left
I'm up against it all like
A leaf against the wind
And the Studebaker keeps on
Breakin' down again
money, got to get my dime
Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash
She bold as the street light, dark and sweet as hash
Way down in the hollow,
Headed out for Austin, now we're half way down the road
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by
Steady staring out the window
It fells good, it fells
hustle no more
But I would never say that no more
I got my mind right, money right, yeah
The pot's hot as the rock expands
It's the paper chasin' man
yeah
Count this money 'til I fall off
I'm LeBron the way I ball out
Them niggas run and hide when them rods out
Man that shit wasn't sweet, I took
the money for some pints, but I ain't ship not one
It's KARRAHBOOO, I'm not the two, you gotta know I'm up
I heard you been say you the one, I guess it
Yeah
Cocainah
Reporting live from
La Verriere
HardRisk
Yeah, Ahhhhhg
Half man, half cocaine
Hmmmm, Nah
Half pain, half propane
I'm a trained assassin
more life than money in the bank
Champagne dancing splash that all over the paigons when the man bust shanks
Man going raving man bust skanks
Man beat
on a saturday night
Can't you hear the thunder someone stole my watch
I sold a quart of blood and bought a half a pint of scotch
Some one tell those chinamen
Whole bunch of money on my mind I'm a bank teller
Pharmaceuticals in the trap nigga I'm a dope seller
Margiela thousand dollars for the tennis
at shordie get yo mans
Onna stage getting money while you inna stands
Shorty she on go wit some diamonds in her face
Money on the run is the only time I
getting
Money, money, money, money
I don't want to work a nine to five
I can't lie, I can't rely on that check
I feel like I wasted half of my life
I can't
the G's, a couple bricks on my sleeve (yeah)
When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutlass Supreme
A half a brick, a pint of lean, and a new money
Money
King Money, King Money
The Midas touch doesn't mean
That much until you're crippled with greed,
Using gold as a crutch or half a man
For half
And walking on glass as he is clearing his tomb"
"Yeah, nevertheless, there's no money", said the kid
"Eh well, half-price hookers are watching the mast"
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I
flexible
Neither is my schedule, we still gon' check it
I treat the money like messages, keepin' it blue like I still ain't read it
Crosses on my glasses,
got sold by them boys, gotta be by myself
Got no limit, emitted, I don't need no help
Aw man, bro
Man, that's gon' fly right over yall head but, man
Ya'll can't derail Your blood money's irrelevant
Spare the details because I was born to be a gentlemen
But I'm not a gentle man
No I'm not a gentle man
can't forget you, Nah they cant,
Going through pain by yourself,
Man that shit don't really get to you,
it ain nun to stay loyal
When that money don't
they wouldn't be living
Addicted to that money, got my palms steady itching
Palms Angels jogging suit, got a nigga dripping
Bitch I'm still tippin'
Bitch
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