Lyrics:
Caviar breakfasts every day
Merchant banks and yachts at Cannes
Servants and cars and private sand!
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
See me, feel me,
to be a mercenary
Now I work in a merchant bank, I'm well-liked by the senior ranks
Though behind my back the juniors call me fairy
And how can I
grinding flossing shining nothing on my mind but getting that paper
Working striving a merchant raising lurking silent murder to find it
Hustling grinding
you ought to
Bones buried in the earth might fail you
If you don't know then who got tell you?
Not the work of the merchants to pause and help you
a merchant but the future isn't certain so enjoy thangs
I'm livin in the present
Everydays a present
From the president to peasant
We never restin
bout
you to examine the rhyme merchant
Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk
On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk
Eight Diagram sword
Mic merchants meditate on it til it's visual
To what I believe in even if the situation's critical
We chop slang like equipment
So here's another
you moving nervous
Boss up like Curtis, you get the Power respect
Then BMF like you the merchant
Walking around like Big Meech
Bullets in the chamber
Money machine at the bank, I just made me a deposit
Fucked that bitch right on the sink
Is it the pussy or is it the faucet?
I just left
Money machine at the bank
I just made me a deposit
Fucked that bitch right on the sink
Is it the pussy or is it the faucet?
I just left the hotel
(CookUpMason)
US Bank approved my app
Gave a bitch 10K, go get snatched
Backstab a nigga, don't get no pass
Back talk a nigga, got deals
Brothas wit they fists like oaks wood
Provokes doom, and you're also about to go broke soon
Mad current merchants, we nursed it
Bad guerrillas, feed us
about to go broke soon
Mad current merchants, we nursed it
Bad guerillas, feed us like guaranteed they gon' kill us
Fleeing, ninety in a night suit,
Mic merchants meditate on it til it's visual
To what I believe in even if the situation's critical
We chop slang like equipment
So here's another
of a hustler
My fathers father was a merchant
Saw my mother sell blood to the blood bank
But my blood line can't be purchased
I come from wholesalers
I'm just
And the icy fingers of old Jack Frost
Closed Tightly all around
From London Bridge to the river's bend
The Thames was froze from end to end
From bank to bank
And headed for the Eiffel tower
And there the street merchants
Called us out by name
"Cool shades here for the Americans"
They said in their finest
on purpose scream "fuck outta here"
Larry Merchant couldn't prepare you for the rumble (nah)
Nycha abbreviation for the jungle
The youth got the drill
While the right hand close the curtain
Ridin' with this bag
Got me feelin' like a merchant
Hit the hocus pocus
Now you got the sauce like Merlin
Swervin'
the Earth to speak
Grounded to a fault, in a catalogue of circuitry
With no certainty to bank on but the Rancor's biting pressure
Measure that in intervals
grinding to fill my bank
They can talk shit I dont give a damn I am still a gift Marys little lam
Only thing I yearn for is the peace and the cheese
Smile
my trust in a blick
I put my self in a blitz
Operator working got me looking for a merchant
Ion do the cash app imma pick it up in person
Bitches
house on the hill; got no money inside of my bank
We have a whole world to see, and this old bike has got a full tank
As we fly past the merchants
placed it courtside to greatness, BANK IT
If you stuck on the same shit
Then you cant hang wit
The big dawgs have a seat where them lames sit
Get a grip,
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