Lyrics:
the million dollar bill folded with green blinds
Chairs is a hundreds for shams I run that hole in quickies
Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows is folded
the house they hung in
He wants your money, only your money
He'll make you feel good for a real fast twenty
The bill is passed and the dollars go fast
It's that Young Sinatra IV shit right here
Rest in peace Mac Miller
It's been like ten years
Here we go, yeah
Visualizin' and realizin' my life
Hey, you could smoke a spliff with a cliff
But there's still no mountain high enough, or wide enough to touch
The naughty, nappy, nasty nigga
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
I deserve to play, it's been a few days, ain't showed it all
I go outside and breathe, roll down my sleeves and have a ball
Still got these bills
gone crazy
There's no mountain I can't climb, there's no tower too high
No plane that I can't learn how to fly
What do I gotta do to get through
Hey, you could smoke a spliff with a cliff
But there's still no mountain high enough, or wide enough to touch
The naughty, nappy, nasty nigga
school)
You ain't have to have no money
Or go shoppin' just to cop a fuckin' attitude (attitude)
Now my dough's amountin' to a mountain
It's rised too
She feels me where I lay
I hope to God one day she'll see that my love is not that way
She holds me in the morning time and never lets me go
I hope
and black Chevy
Now I'm riding Garfield
I'm standing by the bar steel
Running up my bar bill
Yeah I push weight my bag feel like barbel
I'm a big dawg
gone crazy
There's no mountain I can't climb, there's no tower too high
No plane that I can't learn how to fly
What do I gotta do to get through
Everywhere you go, I’m right behind
Every day and night, you’re on my mind
Through the valley low and mountain high
Babe, I’m gonna love you for the rest of my
head high
I got a whole 'nother check, not talkin' verified (okay)
Rest in peace my dead guys
I am no hater, yeah, we in the same whip
The only
that he's flipped his lid
'cause he wears high heels and a snow-white trousseau
Five foot three yet he stands so tall
And on the ground his feet are
the million dollar bill folded with green blinds
Chairs is a hundreds for shams I run that hole in quickies
Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows is folded
signal lights, paid the bills and a traffic fine
Gettin' through these doors that's been so slow
L.A. International Airport
Where the big jet engines
to many niggas out there living like that
That's why the rest of you niggas aint never gone through it
How many niggas in the penn
how many niggas in
but shit on hisself and a funky bill
Pullin out bills, frontin on material shit
that's when I get to killin shit (killin shit)
And settin 'im up
to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity
Berner what up nigga
It's that Urban Farmer shit
It's that drivin' slow in a fast car
Burnin' weed
A zip underneath the seat
Uh
I'm, drinkin'
to drop by
Get up off your clothes and cruise by
Shades high, nothing while you're with bluffing your team
Every time I'm with you blushing, your smile
broke
I know I be a fiend if I smoke that coke
But if I go back to school and get educated
Be a old-ass man before I graduated
So what should I do, I
like the million dollar
Bill folded with green blinds
Chairs is a hundreds for shams I
Run that hole in quickies
Dollar bills is Nintendos
The windows is
.jpg "Bill Gaither")
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