Lyrics:
my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with nine figures
Real niggas fingers on nickel plated nine triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch 'em
my niggas ride, you won't leave with a dime
Motherfucker
Yeah, yeah
I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga,
on niggas, no
Now beam me up, Scotty
You gon' find your mommy chopped up in a tub
With "Stop snitchin" written on a note by her body
I picked up your ho
from cheap
I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way (Brooklyn)
The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
and the haters start watchin',
The DJ starts spinnin', the panties get the droppin'
For album number three, it goin' platinum's not an option,
I'm back with
from cheap
I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way (Brooklyn)
The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
pockets no sleep.
Rollin' with my crucifix Lucifer usually uses the rule of these
Wicked tricks in the school of these ghetto games
And the fool
my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with nine figures
Real niggas fingers on nickel plated nine triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch 'em
on don’t you look so sad
Even in those rumours i’m not entirely bad
So build me a bonfire
Of my cheap tricks and lousy satire
And mould me into something
Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead, with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it
my niggas ride, you won't leave with a dime
Motherfucker
Yeah, yeah
I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga,
do cheap tricks to get chicks
I just stand by my word (word) full attention
And still get attention
And still it should be noted
They all
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
with the trick
Years pass by, now you stuck with the trick
Fighting more and more now you're fed up with the trick
But you knew that was a [ho] when
surely be slain
By a life full of emotions, most of them pain
Holding onto the notion that it will change
But it won't, life's a rigged game
A magic trick
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
should reason with her before she gets mad
Or maybe my nigga you should slap that bitch
If not then you need to snatch that bitch
By the thought and let
are inferior
Cause I by myself will take
Out the whole North America
We need to expand rap beyond this land
Set up competitions with England
with more mutative tricks
Than this overgrown dick that has challenged me
That is no phallacy (fallus see), listen
You're in line for attention while I'm
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach (yeah)
And I'm far from cheap
I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
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