Lyrics:
Ex nihilo
Get it by the ounce or the kilo
Anything to get me to that dough
Really can't compare me to no one
Napoleon might be the only one
Falling
Bad bitch she mixed just like some gumbo
Loyal to my bucks like Antetekounmpo
Living room look just like a gun show
Blue benjies, add 'em by the bundle
when I was five
Writing rhymes
Dating dimes
Shoot the breeze
Just getting by
Spend a quarter
Make a five
Man I finally feel alive
I own a business
Bout
Maybe one day
You’ll see me on your T.V.
You know me you can reach me
I’m not that far away, far away
And I’ve been searching for the time spent
Lost
to clean, hell na I can't speak
12 hundred on the jeans
5 hundred on the feet
3 goon chains a hundred 40 thousand dollars each
400 20 thousand, I can show
it on down
Uptown in '97, it's the place to be
They packin M-11's nigga and 223
Erase faces all day, AKs get sprayed
That's how it be goin down around
Sedím na balkóně
Vidím všechno co je okolo
Sluchátka v uších
Slyšíš hudební doprovod
Hanchap 100
LDA tě vystřelí z bot
Nba Lebron James
Pokořím
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
unless you taking a taxi
Less than forties days, 100K tucked in my safe,I just stashed it
Next time I touch it, I'm flippin' it real estate my gymnastics
getting no jawns
Lost too many I done ran out of tears
Five day fast had to cleanse my spirit
Think about death sometimes I fear it
Pray that God let me
appeal to the brothers with flow finesse
'Cause it's the hundred watt blood shot game of death
'Cause we're protected by the covenants of words and beats
appeal to the brothers with flow finesse
'Cause it's the hundred watt blood shot game of death
'Cause we're protected by the covenants of words and beats
A-L-ler
Day by day
Make a way, constantly
Dream and chase
Moulin Rouge
Pearly gates
And the gaze,
Goodness sakes
So amazing
Road runner, road runner
we run
it's so funky
(Maganoo and Timbaland, check out the stores)
It's about 5:15, got a call from Weezie West
"Timbaland, you have a check on my desk
But
Man, starting five when it's game time
Talking drugs on my main line
That's a strange sign, I can't really trust you
Ain't have a clue that I was
million nigga and my game be tight
Can't loose my hundreds cause this rap to hot
Wassup, Boss B
You ever got beef with a busta
You can call me
You know I
never going broke again
Keep a bad bitch on my team
Got 'bout 5 ounce of that lean
My chain blue-ray on that screen
I spent two days countin' that
weighing slabs doing math on a calculator
And I ain't trying to to write no essays
I'm trying to to get a hundred pounds for my eses
You trying to learn
the coupe with my ace
Air BnB that’s eight hundred a day
Shop when we land taking up too much space
I’m on South Beach smoking Chee to the face
Feet in
hundred percent i’m certified
These niggas unpredictable but they be sure to lie
I keep a smile on through the day but I seem worse at night
And I
of lemon
This one is the buisineisum
I don't make this drink by the gallon
I make it by the cup, then I'm stylin'
Got KFK, Slaughterhouse and Brother
at 5, so by 8 he was 'sleep
And rob him at 9, so by 10 she could creep
And short on his dope, and the 100 G's too
But didn't blame the bitch because he
the corner till the light of day, yeah
Driving five hundred miles, got 500 to go, yeah
I've got a rock 'n' roll music on my radio
I've got a brother
She said “wait, wait, wait wait wait wait wait”
I cannot do that baby, cause I got these bands up on the way
I did this by myself, so you can get ya
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