Lyrics:
stockbrokers who own Marriott's
Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops
The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one
Corner son, fake a jack, you
or CEOs.
Stockbrokers ain't no heroes.
Pirates and bankrobbers, not lawyers or CEOs.
Stockbrokers ain't no heroes.
The katzenjammer kids and the phantom
like marbles) collects diamonds
(The remix)
Ayo, add on son
Politic for the real ones
Yo, we gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's
First I was a hippie
Then I was a stockbroker
Now I am a hippie again
In the Summer of Love I was mellow and high
I had my bus and my dog
green like a stockbroker
So I'm gonna ball in Balmain
Look at that timing bro
And shoutout my mama yo
Yeah
How can I pass, she looking at me like she
like
I'm in town through Saturday night
Fell for him the moment we met
I don't think I'll get him out of my head
Stockbroker Wall Street type
He would
floor
Two little kids
Ugly wife
What you do bro
What do you mean what I do
For work, what you do
I'm a stockbroker
Stockbroker
Yeah
Jordan's furniture
rich or body-tax evasion
And they'll pay some stoned stockbroker's son
To phone and say,
Hit the biz
The hardest hit make the best of it
Strong dollar stockbroker right to the bottom
Sink down with your boomtown
High water
stockbroker
Juicin' up the 'Cat, hell nah, this ain't a stock motor
Dmt, loud, I'm a real live strain grower
Handgun lights, I'm a legit Glock toter
Make
I don't buy out the bar, I bought the night spot
I got the right stock
I got stockbrokers that's movin' it like white tops
I know you like, "Fuck
I don't buy out the bar, I bought the night spot
I got the right stock
I got stockbrokers that's movin' it like white tops
I know you like, "Fuck
friend is a tree, and in his
spare time he's a stockbroker. Gervaise Brook-Hampster (M.P.) is in
the Guards, and his father uses him as a wastepaper
stockbroker, winter solstice
I could win an Oscar, Russian accent husky
ccid addict, costly avid actor, Kevin Costner
Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!
I got
alone
Your mother was a wolf bite
Your daddy was a cigarette
Your brother was a rose bud
Crossbreed with a car wreck
Your sister was a stockbroker
Schoolteachers, bakers, bankers, congressmen
Stargazers didn't see a thing
Stockbrokers, singers, dancers, architects (Stars in our eyes)
We didn't notice
We
brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?
I keep, keep thinking that it's not goodbye (not goodbye)
brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?
I keep, keep thinking that it's not goodbye (not goodbye)
The blood skeeter
The weed smoker, the liver choker
The spot stockbroker, the rugged picture poser
The card scrambler
Royal flush, same suit, poker
mad God
Never cared for the incision
And the prison's dark as I slip between these bars
And greet these visions
Just the stockbrokers
Thought I saw and heard it all till I crossed over
Now Imma ball till I fall like a stockbroker
Wolf of wall street lifestyle I’m not sober
Best believe
learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule
Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Can Heather find a job that won't interfere
Bigshot's in a parachute
He's got your wages in his pocket - You're so
Stupid, oh, Stupido
The pension's not what it used to be
The Stockbroker has
disappearin’ ink. Huh huh huh
Got a good friend, a stockbroker, she didn’t make this mess
She played by rules made by fools and got stuck like all the rest
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