Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Super Saiyan E, yeah)
Woah, I'm Eddie Franco
Go (Eddie)
Think this shit a game, let me talk to you
Yeah, they call
the rappin, we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'
There was a time when they called me Smooth Eddie
Playing the hoes and shook the red card
and act like nothin' wrong
I don't know why the fuck
They wanna play wit me
By the way, this a PlayStation beat
I walk in this bitch like H&D
Up the Glock,
hitting the limbo
We see an opp and we roll down the window
Eddie a bitch, he got smacked by a Gringo
We text his bitch, and then line him like bingo
Feds
it bump
Check the stars out when I ride, dodgin' potholes with these tires
Hogging lanes, swang and bang in a 'Stang so let me by
'Cause I got
That's why I know, yes I know
Hallelujah, I just love her so
If I call her on the telephone
"Say, baby, Eddie's all alone"
By the time you count
That's why I know, yes I know
Hallelujah, I just love her so
If I call her on the telephone
"Say, baby, Eddie's all alone"
By the time you count
your career crash like a lead zeppelin
I'm eager to Bob Seger the Jimmy Page
My Eddie Van Halen talent
Gon' get me Eddie money and bring me pay
Michael
You can’t short me out my money
I want all of that
Post up in them trenches where them
Killers and them robbers at
When I press that button, ain’t no
a home girl
She needed a hype man
I just want the money baby
Worried about that finance
You look at me you reach your climax
She going to give me brain
I
The money don't fold, baby mama keep calling my phone
She ride it like a Harley, bitches call me gnarly
Them diamonds fufu, you ain't tricking nobody
I
think I'm dumb
You can't play me like no fool
That's why I do you like I do
I stack my money to the roof
I pull off in that fucking coupe
I might drop
Much more bounce to the ounce!
Eddie F! Get ill on 'em one time!
Aww yeah!
Don't hold nothin back money!
Oooh-OOOOH!!!
Height; six-three, style
My shit's so tight you can get strangled
It's Young Money
Ain't no such thing as plain clothes
Polo jammers, Louis slippers
Call them "private plane
Sa7ound man
Aye I run em down
Run em down
Like
Watch me run a nigga down like im Eddie Jackson
All day we in the field hoe we steady packing
You aint
Glocks when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me? But ya punks didn't finish
Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Glocks when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me? But ya punks didn't finish
Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
city's a wrap big Leslie
We show up and show out like Eddie snappin' on Reggie
Chill, but chill don't make me bust off your headpiece
Strange, style is
Shout out Collin, I can call him
He keep every Eddie ready for me
Shout out Spaulding, I been ballin
They ain't even ready, ready, ready
ready for me
I call you Bra you a whore now that's a make over
Niggers always come always try to charm her with some muscle
She tell me it's dumb well unless you
to move the crowd
They say he had his dick in his mouth
Eddie Murphy taught me that back in the house
Now give me my money
Hey, Dirty
Baby, I got
to move the crowd
They say he had his dick in his mouth
Eddie Murphy taught me that back in the house
Now give me my money
Hey, Dirty
Baby, I got
billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes, who the fuck cares?
I'm stanky rich, I'mma die
money growing short, they was like "Eddie stool me"
Sorry not sorry, you can't smoke for free foolie
I know they ain't expect this much out of Scootee
I'm
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