Lyrics:
Turn the lights all the way
Turn the lights all the way down
What, yeah
Come on
Big flow
Come on yeah come on
Yo Yo J-A-Y, I flow sick
Fuck
Turn the lights all the way
Turn the lights all the way down
What, yeah
Come on
Big flow
Come on yeah come on
Yo Yo J-A-Y, I flow sick
Fuck
You Sexy
Your Movements
So Fly
So Flow...
You like to smooth operating your moves
You like a loosing control, i am Loosing Control
You like
You are smoothly operating, operating
You are smoothly operating, operating
Operating
You are smoothly
Baby smoothly, operating
Operating
You are too
A creator of tones
Feels it deep in the bones
As music flows freely
It is magic ideally
Dynamic energy
Musics identity
Framed in a foundation
The same dust can't stay
I gotta clean or I can't think
Resort to cantankerous means on the cash play, rat races
The cheese sit in the trap,
million
We showed you how its done
I'm thinking millions
A million dollars cash
A million dollars cash
A million dollars cash
I'm thinking millions
of the Operating Room
With the strike support scalpels since the holocaust
I do indeed in greed explore meet the patients
Back to brooms with the nurse with
just me Mike D. in the place to be
This is not free, you must pay a fee
Cash on delivery like a C.O.D.
So let it flow, let yourself go
Slow
just me Mike D. in the place to be
This is not free, you must pay a fee
Cash on delivery like a C.O.D.
So let it flow, let yourself go
Slow
Mix that flavor with that cash, this what you get, this what you get
On with three bitches, two of 'em mix aye
All I wanted, drinkin' coffee,
all the money go
Where did all the cash flow
Where did all the money go
(Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks)
We the best Def Jam
I introduce you to Ace, Ace, let's get money
(Cash flow) it's too easy, nigga
(Bankroll) we don't count money no more, we
old racists
My demographic never had shit
Just the thought to flash cash and crash whips
I'm operating with a paper clip
Like my pops told me
Fuck
an elevator
Bye bitch, I'm everywhere the cash at
You ain't got no assets
You're a liability to loyalty, now back that
Try to give you niggas game, you had
get a pass
This rhyme, you're operating on bitch time
Y'all niggas ain't worth my shells, all y'all niggas
Tryna do is hurt my sales, and stop trips
get a pass
This rhyme, you're operating on bitch time
Y'all niggas ain't worth my shells, all y'all niggas
Tryna do is hurt my sales, and stop trips
A culmination
Of your dedicated habits
Operating on a higher plane
Never falling flat it's
The flow state
The elevated mental status
Your body moving
Like a well
My Cash, My Money, My grow, My Flow
My Cash, My Money, My grow, My Flow
My Cash, My Money, My grow, My Flow
My Cash, My Money, My grow, My Flow
My
don't know
I see my bank account, a completely different cash flow
I see myself leave a new home, and going to play at a show (who am I)
Life is changing
THE TAX MACHINE
I work like everyone else.
Saving like a mad, madman.
So many bills, bills to pay,
the money flows like sand.
But few have the pen,
My world is crashing and burning
The fire didn't cease at the cash I was earning
The fire in my eyes extinguished
The lack of animation
Lack
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