Lyrics:
Dit is die M van Marketing
Van marketing eh
Dit is die
M van marketing
M van marketing
M van marketing
Van marketing
Ah van marketing
Ah van
in a row
First twenty mil came when I was twenty years old
I average right around twenty% on my dough
Fast forward twenty years then compare my flow
It's the code of the street don't hold niggas heat Instagram Snapchat the marketing elite
It's the code of the street don't hold niggas heat Instagram
knowledge in rap
While the cowards sit back
And hide behind the familiar scared to steer from the past
Won't dare to veer from that path
Year to year the same
baby
Average up
Average up now baby
Average up
Average up now baby
Verse
Past year done took me
Through a loop
Which I done made
Clinto and Jimi Hendrix wannabes
I'm beyong that average cha cha, that trendy Southside music
People don't hate, just motivate
You spent twenty years
her face
Money the motto so that's what i chase
I cannot do nothing average, my bitch 23 but she a bad bitch
I cannot do nothing average, Jannik design
marketing plan
Cause you dropped out of school, that don't make you a
Gangsta
O.G.'ing tattoos, that don't make you a gangsta
These boys got you fooled,
neck every rabbit wah nyam it
As dem si me dem si carrots
2020 Bimmer from last year mi have it
And yuh know say dat nuh average
Travel the world
In two years it will be 8 years
Young in the game so they prolyl gon’ hate here
Back of the shirt, 705 I gotta make clear
With 3 zero’s
marketing plan
Cause you dropped out of school, that don't make you a
Gangsta
O.G.'ing tattoos, that don't make you a gangsta
These boys got you fooled,
ARO increases a bottom line
Basically the average revenue per order
Is more important so get that copy
Down to a boiler plate that's the words
marketing plan
Cause you dropped out of school, that don't make you a
Gangsta
O.G.'ing tattoos, that don't make you a gangsta
These boys got you fooled,
marketing plan
Cause you dropped out of school, that don't make you a
Gangsta
O.G.'ing tattoos, that don't make you a gangsta
These boys got you fooled,
on a T-shirt
The marketing's good
Monks are dying
Soldier children crying
We're playing bubbles
With four year old curls
But tomorrow Christine and
Me feel just
Mr. Lavigne got the marketing scheme
Ain't got to sang can holla at B
Me I'm all waves, love and some peace, peace
Come and was he me over
Come
Of marketing to your fans & take exams at your colleges
Ya'll don't fill up ya'll pages
Ya'll don't play on your stations
Ya'll fly out the country just to fight
days a year on average even though
it usually only takes 5 minutes 20 seconds to find the lost item.]
keepin' it real
Return don't take days
Come to think I deliver like mail
Maybe next year ya'll see me at XXL
Two times and you I'ma boogie
Plus I'm stamp'd
tracks and a Label
Of Russell Rubin Run and LL hunched at a table
I web browsed 12 years later just to see a Check bounce
Niggas ain't rockin' with dated
on our own
We can't never get no bag
I put in straight ten years
Of that music
I ain't made shit
Then I messed around deleted it all
How you think that
Ayy, ayy gimme head, bitch
When I'm sad, bitch (ayy)
E-girl, fat ass, ain't no average (no average)
Ain't no average, shawty ain't no average (no
into me
You got a baddie well she average to me
You made a milli but that's average to me
And you call it luxury it's average to me
You can't be scared
There
Network Marketing, Right There
We Ain't Got No Worries"
Getting filthy stinking rich
I ain't got no worries
My fragrance is enriched
Man that money
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