Lyrics:
Mind over matter, mind over matter
You got a bad chick but mine was badder
Finna get this money, nigga, climbin' the ladder
If you talkin' money then
Bitch I don’t give a fuck, I’ll
Stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck
You can ask my ex
I bust quicker than two techs
Caressed by a kid with category
at it
Knocked on the door and this
Fine chick answered it
(You're the Rock) Can I use
Your phone? (I'm shakin')
Sure, if you try some of this pie I'm
don't give a
Shit to really change things
Neva listen what another folk say
'Less he got more money comin'
In than Bill Gates
Maybe then I can learn one
it coming down my eyes
so i gotta make this...yall know it
She fell in love and I caught her
Son and her daughters
Officiated by my father
We
of it
That I put into it but if not I'm sorry
Veronica Chappelle was a Kansas city chick
That liked to talk with conviction
And slams of wittiness she
I'm doin' now
Taking her back to my room and I pick her up
Before our bodies are moving down
Take her by her hand, she wanna see the whole world
But
bigger when I drank more liquor
That ex-blonde chick can take double the middle fingers
My love dropped shit when the fighting entered the picture
Socked
I told this chick to look at me
She said "Why?"
I was like "cause you lucky"
Didn't take much talk for her to come fuck me
It didn't
Didn't take much
more
I know what your little friend does behind closed doors
I heard he loves bodies when their minds ain't home
I'll be out of mine when I put a knife
I tighten up the scarf on my head, must be dreamin' in bed
Did someone say they'd come and get me?
This chick is playin' with me
Wake up, your
Rockin' a crucifix
I'll mack on any chick I feel who got the cutest tits
I'm wanted, fugitive
Robbin' yo whip to cruise in it
See, I'm the only kid
a chance at it
Knocked on the door, and this fine chick answered
(You're The Rock!) Can I use your phone?
(I'm shakin, sure, if you try some of this
word up
Hardcore, far more than the average
Niggaz tried to bust but they gats get embarrassed
Sayin' that I'm small and belong in a carriage
together
Hey Mario! Or you'll chase this forever
Warp zone, friend zone, high score, no more stalking this chick in a
Koopa-Troopa town
Live life easy
chick she gotta give me space
She said I'm always with my entourage like Vinny Chase
Chilling on the street
Rolling round with some niggas
Wearing
anywhere, I'm David Blaine on 'em
You think I'm the type?
Nope, delete, don't type nor retweet
I'm more elite than your PC, you and yours PC
You never
love her more than fries
You wanna ask her out but what would she say?
You hope and you pray she'll notice you one day
You see her walking by but you run
boards to walk, you lucky if the water works
As I move on, I start to see the law love it
The hood's broken and I'm partially the cause of it
Very few get
together
Hey Mario! Or you'll chase this forever
Warp zone, friend zone, high score, no more stalking this chick in a
Koopa-Troopa town
Live life easy
chick, and I haven?t seen him since
Maryann? She?s doing great; she might stop by in a little while
I knew that?d make you smile
Yeah, I love this band,
guess I don't care who you be, be
I'm fine if you take a chicks virginity
Looking at your phone becomes a misery
'Cause she calls you up more times than
four more
Johnny's got six-o looking for four-scores
Told him just link little bro by the fourth floor
Man I just beat the case
So can somebody
(TraviS)
Man its Onto the next if this swiss dont beat
Tell me what you want
Man i need more dough money
Russian to the bank like its WW3
I
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