Lyrics:
Purps on the beat
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh
Bad bitches walkin' out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin',
the hammer
Make me have to put it in the freezer
Make me have to put it on the camera
Bakin' is all you heard, whippin' cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin'
of the chrome
Underground tunnel right under the dome
If you ain't talking money then
Hang up the phone
I beat up the pot while I'm in Rolling Stone
Young nigga
the pot boy) (true)
Boilin' water dancin' in the pot (2 Chainz)
(Milly Rock, boy)
If I ever spoke it, then it's magnum opus
I just put a scope on it
)
I put my wrist in the pot (pot)
Hit the block brought back a knot (knot)
JJ Watt is on the block (woop woop)
Kept me runnin' from the cops (cops)
he needed our vote
He'd put two chickens in every pot
And pave all the country roads
But we ain't see that S.O.B
Since the day he raised his hand
got in a poker game
He put his money in the pot and dealt the cards around
I saw him deal from the bottom of the deck, shot the gambler down
Shot
(Chorus) (Sampled Eminem)
Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot
Mix them up in a pot, mix them up in a pot
Take some Big and some Pac and mix
Powder on my clothes
Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove
By next summer I will have a Range Rover
My money, it grows and it grows and it
talking whips
In the kitchen shifting gears
I'm on the block everyday with
The pots and pans
Put a hard 50 on the pots and pans
Nigga snitchin', feds
eight
I be scheming to put a lil' bread on my plate
Watching Dre serve skunk through the hole in the gate
I stick a nigga for his shine sell em' back
Everybody feels dead
Everybody's on meds
Everybody feels dead
Everybody's on meds
Your insane
You lost alot
Put your money into pot
Your insane
You lost
Okay, ye ye, ye ye, wo-wo-wo, ay, ay
In that new Chopard, ooh ooh
That's a car, ooh ooh
Money, money, ah ooh ooh
Big boss, ooh ooh
In that
shirt I wear comes from the Philippines
And the car I drive is a Chevrolet
It was put together down in Argentina
By a guy making thirty cents a day
Well,
and you still in preparation
I'm riding for them reparations, no patience
Slow paper is better than no paper
Fast money don't last too long, you gotta
our money in the pot and dealt the cards around
I saw him deal from the bottom of the deck
Shot that gambler down
Shot that gambler down, shot that
and you still in preparation
I'm riding for them reparations, no patience
Slow paper is better than no paper
Fast money don't last too long, you gotta
wet up
I get you hit up and go kick my feet up
VVS bricks, we might drop on a Brinks truck
Money on my mind
Still in the pot, whip a nine
their teeth are gone
All gold grills, but to each his own
Got in power to put my people on (Get your money right)
Children havin' children, but they
All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing 'round this bitch
I'm Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist (run that back, Turbo)
Put
Foot on the gas
I am fast Living, Picture me, I aint have no pot to piss in
Now I am checking bags, cheifing hash with politicians
Helicopter feds I
the pot (skrrt), it's off the eye, I shake the pot
I can't put no money in no niggas who ain't worth it, dawg (no)
Confiscated my necklace 'cause these
money so neat
But I still bury a nigga
Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga (Blaou)
Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin' awkward
Careful with
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum
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