Lyrics:
Ben Frankeys, with the big skullen eyes
You niggas bound and nullified
Sit back and mine stack it multiply
A yeah yeah
I push rhymes like weight
Big stacks makin' shorty holla
Shake it for them dollars
Them dollars, we Riders
Yea!
What you talkin bout
East Coast!
Mos
What you talkin' 'bout,
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
Hey please get me all the money and the bags
I ain't had nun bih we coming from the rags
Yeah we got that vision we ignoring all the flags
Yeah we
(CAT DRAGGED)
Push up your black flag (BLACK FLAG)
Buck came round
Fest juss rang, Nuts came down
Ma little slut playground
I was guilty but I'ma
My crew on NASDAQ
We fucking with the fat stacks
Push butter onto bread and watch me light up then I pass that
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm
and tyrants
Push deadly vaccines and detrimental mandates
The fact that they stole the election to open the southern border
Is just furthering the agenda
Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That
Yeah I'm a warrior at heart, that mean I'm numb to the pain
I put this bitch on my back n I kept it a stack so
I'm never goin change, a lot of you
grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack
And I snag my leather rag, can't reveal when I glide with the moneybag
ride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin'
Cuz imma keep it G real
I don't fuck with you cuz you disrespected me you disrespected my hood
By telling me take off my flag
Asking how gangster I
I stand for
It means dough, gettin' my pesos
Gecko or Geico, whatever it stand for (Ha)
Red and blue flags, yours are like a rainbow
Ha pants hang low
You know I be blowin' this money
Cause that shit ain't bout nothin'
You know I gotta keep me a mask
Cause I'm always onto somethin'
And I gotta keep me
as shit borderland with the famous trees right beside like a flag to yo neighboring porch
All white forests on the land side,
All cold times onto my
They say ona ona,
ima ima be a star uh huh
uh huh,
I stack my comma
mix my nike & ferragamo
They say ona ona,
ima ima be a star uh huh
uh huh,
I
don't run inside them blocks
Meanwhile we got them sticks and weapons
I been counting all them stacks
To push towards them great investments
Tryna make it
upon a time in a land called America
When you were getting punched if you push me
I remember once upon a time in a land called America
When we were
meds and prescriptions
I can't even cap, I been down for a minute
Money on my mind
I can't flag, I gotta get it
Only thing excites me is commas followed
Carry the 61 flag
And push it to the max
Look around I see faces
Hating not rating me
They don't know bout
The times that I waited patiently
Say you real
Carry the 61 flag
And push it to the max
Look around I see faces
Hating not rating me
They don't know bout
The times that I waited patiently
Say you real
Carry the 61 flag
And push it to the max
Look around I see faces
Hating not rating me
They don't know bout
The times that I waited patiently
Say you real
where that brown bag?
I'm a big boi, 3 stacks, Outkast
For that bread I be in your house like
I go deaf ears if it aint about no dough
Porsche mind
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