Lyrics:
I made a wish on Aladdin an imaginary menagerie in Manhattan
Filled with robots dancin like Michael Jacksons or Janet Jacksons-- Control
Ms.
Michael, way too many hanes
Can't be the shit
Surrounded by shit stains
Can't stomach me cuz I'm that pain
I'm Omari & you're seeing a Ghost, Taylor Dane
a fist in anger then you tell me I'm in rage
I'm a jitsu raised by the Gods
Every step I take is from the ancestors
Every little mimic every gimmick I
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
After I made that play, I flew to the crib
Fixed a plate but forgot, I had no juice in the fridge
Worked at Burger King, walked to work in boots by
like I'm Michael franceze
I been rolling on the beats since PC gave me the keys
Now I'm on all these jawns say they aiming to please
Like I'm a symbol
this cash and I'm winning
Making this cash and I'm grinning
Blowing the bag yeah I'm spending
I make it back in a minute
Having these racks hit different
Baby girl, my life been better (too good)
And I'm successful (successful)
Michael Phelps in my bezel (Michael Phelps)
I did this on my own (my own),
coming to kill you
You know im killin shit like I'm Michael Myers
Tryna escape this insane place I'm in
You know im killin shit like I'm Michael Myers
It's
in me
He put me down back in 1993
And now I grab mic and rock the party
I got Joys and Cheers for Pea by ease
Pea by ease short for family, they
up, talkin' 'bout let's join 'em, we can't beat 'em, bitch (Uh)
But I won't let 'em in, they want the drip, no seasoning (Oh)
She doing coke on my key
Bounce like Michael
So easy to freestyle
Ay
We got the keys to the cars
I don't carry No nine
But hit it in 3
Governing women
loving n pimpin
Cousin Late
drip it's from the runway
I'm balling hard Michael Conley
These niggas they watching like Parlay
They like this nigga in college
All white, I come trim
Don't die for nyash
Don't die for nyash
Don't go in your room and bash
Get on the road and get some cash
Don't go in your room and bash
Get
suspension
And you just stuck the key up in the ignition
And gave me enough gas to flood my engine (yeah)
Psychopath, Michael's Jack's blowin' up like
I'm gone
By the end of the night
Sensational drank keep me up
Through the light going up for the war
I can't rest I just shine
Throw some bands up in
shit
Talkin' cash money shit
A hunnid Ps, ten keys
Talkin' cash money bricks
What you doing around Spice Lane man?
They'll put you in a goddamn
nigga)
You got baby money watch you crawl in
Call me Michael Jordan cause I'm scoring like its Game 3
Ya bitch look better when she with me
I was on stage
Hopped in a whip and that shit got no keys
It drive itself she said she wanna see
Shout out my jeweler he put me on freeze
Cash out with Tallent make it
drop
If you find not
Whatever, cuz I threw my lob
Whoever catch it is gonna cash in, this the new fine art
To find heart, is key in any crew I'm part
So
a stack you can't beat it
One meeting wit ya wife bet a stack i can't beat it
Michael walking the street Bliz dished purple like Prince
Die - ARC- Key
Two
chicken
A bu-a-bucket full of acid by the do'
Just in case I gotta throw away my yole
Bars around the house, bars around the window
Dope around
story
Confetti pouring, they be all in the clothes that I'm sporting
6 rings like Michael Jordan, same team no Robert Horry
Put me on the verbal court
when you shoot you miss you lose
Gotta be clutch and never excuse
Overtime in the gym
Gave Michael his rings
The last dance I will never have
Continue
Discuss these in the key of cash by michael charette Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In