Lyrics:
peelin' the tech
Killah Hill, man, you feelin' my set, feelin' my rep
Annamette with the top down, wheelin' the 'Vette
Scoop me downtown, cop the brown
the club
I been about my dollars
I can’t seen colors, I’m colorblind
So when you hit me up
All you gon' see is fuckin' dollar signs
Got my motivation, my
at the light see some hoes watch 'em jock us
I'm so roll with my electric top
Hit a button, ain't gotta get out, fuck with nothing
Let the top just fold up
count stacks, count stacks
Forty thousand in my pocket (you see it)
Another twenty on the way (you see it, ay)
I got a fish for a dollar (you see it, uh)
and down we all go
See Willy fly by, in the by and by
In the never you mind, in the dollar store light
In the there you go, in the wait and see
In
That million dollar top brand
I got that white ivory ice tee
Docters, requestin' dope weed
Blazin' up so much bomb
I gotta baggage on my fly
See
It's time to rock, this shit on lock (bitch)
Slid with the mops
Reach for that water, get popped
I'm up at the top, dolo no flock
Still in the way, I
the slammer
Sippin' out the baby bottle
Smokin' out in my impala
Dollars, dollars by the thousand
Can't get paid by no hour
Dollars, dollars by the thousand
on mountain tops
To see the stars surround you
Is to see an awful lot
I see the work of sinners
I see the work of saints
So I see the work of everyone
the table
He doesn't dangle by the seraphim
He only wants a pretty face by him so
How could you want him when you know you could have me
See the pigeons
like the West Coast at Harlem Rucker
But at venice beach, jump shots I'm finna see
Fuck a drop top
That's how they killed Kennedy
I'm in a bronco, OJ in
Smalls...
Aw, shit!
On top of all that, I'm so, so remarkable,
Flow to make you motherfuckers know
Ain't an MC coming close to touch
Bitches I like
Grabbed that bitch by her hair
Drug her across the ground
And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down
Sorry coach, its too late
of the world
With 50 grand in my hand
Steady puffin on a blunt
Sippin hennessy and coke,
Gimme what you won't.
Sittin on top of the world
Sittin
to stackin' up, I'm untouchable
I get to represent, money multiple
I'm at the top of the charts, unapproachable
Bread by the loaf, turbo the motor
Dope man
Dope man, coke man
I play the Porsche, 918
I mean the spider you do not know what I mean
I got a driver for my drop top limousine
Go ask yo
lookin' like you shouldn't do that shit in public,
I can tell from right now what I see you workin' with,
You ain't even gotta ask for the blunt,
Booty
you was a tough guy? (Boom!)
When I put one right in ya head, now tell me what you think you is now
(A top dollar biller, a rottweiler, a killer)
the house, what up
Got a jar full of dope and a box of blunts
Hoes in the house, if you see em turn em out
Bitches walkin by sayin hi to me
And niggas
runnin' with some
Top shottas, I paid 'em top dollars
Livin' like a Rough Rider, they locked him up for violence
He came back like a survivor, yeah
He
Back when Dot was hangin' at Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to them Chronic instrumentals
No pens and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' like
is fat and all that
Pack smack, jaw crack, after that
Can I get my balls back?
Nigga don't front, just pass the blunt
I freak the funk for the trunks
the jury (I crank it up)
They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter jersey (Vince)
Everybody broke, I could have retired, early thirty (woo)
Ran
goin' ghetto, whaaat!
Get a drink-drink in our cups
Go ahead let me see that donkey
Watch me I'ma show my monkey
Say we gon' turn that party down
We gon'
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