Lyrics:
the mood
Yea I feel that
What a life
Dollar bills stacked
I'm meeting with the Prez
Get our bills back
Skin Black
Yea you dig that
Come over here
That's
a grill
couldnt even pay yo bills wtf r you forreal
everybody think they fresh like the prince of bel air
seen yo ass on belaire
i shot a shot you bailed
I was gonna give up the ghost
Before she appeared in my life
Now I can't wait to see
What the world is gonna be like
Meeting her at midnight in
in paying bills or meeting ends
It makes me tense
I'd rather spend that time with you
I'd rather spend that time with you
We're zipping on some
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
Sips a Sisco
Miss Hicks the disco
Suga Bills
Big Horace and Cisco
Pistol
Poppin' like it's Crisco
Let's get this money my nigga
By the fistful
This
Elton John or Lionel Richie
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid
Ivory soap; this is clean; feel like Cascade
I count the bills, roll
even gon' lie I've been missing living for years
But I just love the way it feels to pay bills with my ideas
I got a business meeting
You have to evolve
of climbing, yet below me thin air
Life spent going through the motions
Adrift at sea in search of the ocean
Deeply felt and ignored the sickness
Due
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
Say the truth, whole truth, no undercover freak, I'm guilty
Check please, pay the cost
To be the boss, just bill me
I can tell by the way you've been
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
manufacture medicine
Cut into 5-digit slide clock the essentials in (I'll be a bill collector)
My destinies resting with red worms chewin'' off the carcass
trickin' in DC
Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' weed for free
That night I was in the cut alone zoned out
Suggest I rock a utility vest when I'm
and florins of gold
His lungs were filled with spicy air
His eyes were looking by the fair
When captured vibrant people crossing
Meeting, greeting, loudly
been slapped by a bear and bit by an eel
I chew up railroad iron, and shit out steel!
I jumped in the ocean and swallowed a whale
Handcuff lightning
That can be all sculptured and glazed with gloss
Call the shots that Bill Belichick would call
Snake niggas slither all in the glass house, racial
a done deal get the bills out the safe
Haters gone hate keep the pole by the waist
No hand shakes we just nod and we straight
Wrap it up quick another deal
Verse 1
In the shadows, what a dangerous game
Silent whispers, our bodies aflame
A clandestine meeting, under moonlit skies
The secrets unravel,
I'm all but frozen in the train lights
Pinned down in a rising tide
Stacks of bills and unsent letters
Box me in on every side
I'm holding out
for the mob
When I make a zillion I resign- I resign
I'm realin in a hundred dollar bill with the line across
When Christmas come around ask Santa
Listen to the birds
Singing songs in the air
It’s all drowned away
By an army of blowers,
A transistor AM radio
And 13 lawn mowers
Make the coffee, take
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