Lyrics:
Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man
What that nigga want God?
Word up, look out for the cops [Wu-Tang five finger shit]
(Cash Rules) Word up, two
and the bills I pay
Me, I'm kickin' back in the Mexican shade
I'm headed your way, Jose
(Yeah, I'm hittin' the road, man, give me a little burro to ride on,
Responsibility baby, taking a load off my little day
Steady be working her fingers to the bone, aching and tired when
She come home
Bout to pull a stunt, last
Responsibility baby, taking a load off my little day
Steady be working her fingers to the bone, aching and tired when
She come home
Bout to pull a stunt, last
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
Plus I got it so I gotta flow
And I can teach you but I'd bill by the minute
It's a movie yall now come on and get with it
All the boys in the club (waa
I been in a hurry
White gold with the diamonds not the curry
Feel I'm a legend like Bill
Like Bill Murray
They ask me who I wan' be
I tell 'em look
Little Bill and Franklin
Who knew how quick the hand would spin?
I wish I could turn it back again
Summer heat use to tickle our feet, barefoot in
I'm a pop a little pilly I wanna get silly
Imma imma Get get it get, till the sun rise by the city
Sickest vision that I ever done seen
It's a dream
I just might shoot you a line
I need it in bills by 5
Please be on time
Got a gentleman caller for 9
Only one hitting the pussy is Papi that said fuck
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
and multiply by twelve just as easily as
You and I do
By ten.
Now if man had been born with 6 fingers on each hand,
He'd probably
Count: one, two,
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
(that's a good look)
And anything you cop, I split the bill
(That's a good look, better yet a hood look; ladies, that's a good look)
Believe me
count it with my finger
Louis V cologne linger
Addicted to the wins
I hate it when I lose
Turn the L's into a lesson
Every single time Mr. Wavy will
time you pass me by
I like the way you move your body
Girl, I must admit
You're looking real fit
Let's chill for a little bit
I know you wanna get
you pass me by
I like the way you move your body
Girl I must admit
You're looking real fit
Let's chill for a little bit
I know you wanna get with
a real nigga, you's arcade
Had a switch blade in the 5th grade
Smoked plenty weed on my mama's couch
Now I'm going big, I can buy the house
You sell water
finger, fuck the hair up at all our concerts
Maybe if I cared less, I'd wear a hair net
But now my eyes, ten million by twenty five
Dropped out of Lone
to bitches even when you right here
I text 'em in the room when we layin' right next to each other
I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Bushwick Bill
And fuckin two of the finest bitches around G;
it used to be fun but now it's gettin borin to me
Constantly fuckin fuckin fuckin
(Bushwick Bill)
And fuckin two of the finest bitches around G
it used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me
Constantly fuckin, fuckin,
much, Jimmy Iovine for the check
I've got a black woman fine as she can be
Fefe with a ring on her finger that could give sight to the blind
A 5, a 10,
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