Lyrics:
Need the cheese
Need the bread
Need the broccoli
Two hundred and then go collecting money like monopoly
Go around a couple times now we got some
throwing out my afro
I'm looking like a real nigga In the dash
I'm over here still making all that cash
Still drinking lean still making weed
Yo, we stepping
To start it I push a button
And it’s over with it’s over with
I don’t know if you noticed it
But I just got my weight up bitch
I’m getting checks and bonuses
bitches over there
Big booty bitches loves a good cooking player
Bricks in the basement, pills in the cabinet
Pounds in the closet, money in the attic
Ain't nobody that's stopping me
I mean I really just want all the properties
I got em lining up, fans are so over the fake
So I'm here just to give em
and over again
And then we wonder why
We're in the shape we're in
Good old boys down at the bar
Peanuts and politics
They think they know it all
They don't
Thank you for riding with me beyond a reasonable doubt
Logic out (okay)
This feels good (Logic back)
Here we go
I've been envisioning something
for four fuckin weeks long
Rest in peace man mans it's hard ta beleive you gone
If you was still here by now i know we woulda been on
Real talk it had
here like a chicken hawk won't do it
Or bein a sexist
Or drivin that Lexus
Or tellin people you were born and raised in Texas
Come over here boy if you
Lets go
Lets get it
You talking money
Then im wit it
You got some bars
Then spit em
My team the best, admit it
Lets go
Lets get it
Head in the game
of Onegin invented by Pushkin
Sure, and
Now we know each other’s names
Hey
You’re three days
older than me and
There are no obstacles left between us
I mean
the hell they gone stop us from eating
If we believe that the fire in you is the biggest G that we been searching for we
Can quickly take over like symptoms
I rip apart the wickedest beats
Hand me a pen and someone getting deceased
I'm hungry, only money into the scene is sum the stimulus green
Yeah, I
20 thousand in the jansport
We taken rides with that
Getting money is a plus only if you minus rats
Can't support that fake shit I ain't got time for
can't just eat one (Candy!)
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg over Chorus]
Oh, candy! You want it, we got it, we got it!
Yeah! MC Eiht, Goldie Loc
War Zone,
Please pardon this cheddar i just been getting better
Stacking for shade no rainy days i can move with the weather
Flying than feathers niggas pray
gave y'all a thousand bars wit Memphis Bleek
Stay strapped, heat in the car under the seat
6 hammers even though we only 3 deep
We clap up niggas
Smack
just hit a lick, I'm richer
All my niggas pushing P UP!
Getting money stacks on relay
But these niggas think I fell off
I'm just out here getting better
matter of fact"
"Think my head is made out of fuckin' flyer"
"Shit aight, just-
This ain't even enough bread right here
This ain't enough"
"We gon'
G63s AMG
Make them shout OMG
When I come through with the richest BIG
Hundred thousand dollar wine on the VIP
Big OG, we are side bro, we never stay low
careless
Thousand dollars count it up I'm way too rowdy
I'm high off them purple flowers
I was gonna brag about it I'm getting too old for this
Y'all
teaming up with Twiztid
Twistin' nothin' but the biggest
Getting' lifted, we malicious
You not smokin" That's suspicious
Writing rhymes in hieroglyphics
could stay or leave
Can't believe, but we really achieved it
Bars are seamless, money large, wrist anemic
I ain't there unless my team is in it
Ain't
quarter block
All about getting that quarter block
Two fifty thousand straight, nine piece straight drop
Yeah, I'm 'bout to hit these niggas with a quarter
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