Lyrics:
the tapes pop
Punk rock block party summertime flip flops
Big top, three ring circus on some microdots
Don't need a penny for my thoughts
Go and get some
deals
All that consumerism
It is like a prison
Your like a hamster in a wheel
With a big ass vision
I got too much toys
Too many options
Too many things
Take heat, act like you up on this
You ain't up on this, big heat
Then you're really up on this
Not for fuck, n****s take heat
She just won't fuck with
shouldn't love this city
But I love this city
While surronded by demans
Feel amazing like spider man
Feel the world's in my wing span
Feel I'm blessed with my
I know you're loving this villain cause just like marvin gate
I'm giving you some type of feeling and I can see that it's sexual cause by the way you
We turned up in the city
That's my whole crew with me
Okay
We big bank in this thang
Potion in this drank
Roll some of that dank
And sip some
made a promise to beat they ass up
Like Adonis, survive, I'll meet 'em again
Fuck your big bro, uh
We the ones that got it when the rent's low
I
a funny notion, isn't it?
Yeah, but I'm kinda digging it
And it's rigged and isn't nearly so big
And it speaks only of its own
Perpetual near miss
Like
Will I will I do?
If I had to choose between black and white
I would go for green
Is impossible not impossible not if you can dream
I'm not rich like
beautiful eyes
I could see that you were fancy clothes and drive a fancy car
Your hair did and your nails done, looking like a superstar
Can I take out
Hahaaa
I know y'all wonderin' like
"What the hell is Flip doin' man"
"How he get out his deal?"
All you gotta do is take 2 million
And walk in
kiss, my future bright like UFO bliss
I hand you my page, could you feel my drift
My heart is steel mine stiff, diamond cave rich
Langston Hughes,
like 23
And that seemed far away so
The future never worried me
We were just kids with GameBoys in backpacks
Spending our time with Hot
Wheels and hacky
Kick in the door like Biggie did
Got a variation of barrels waiting
To get me rich yes I'm on the block with my
Philly lit in the 50's whip
With my
sittin' on the flow
So close when it's car time, eye you
Listen to the coach and it just be gone
Feelin' like a rich D-Shawn
Hottest nigga out where I'm
I'm rich than a bitch, shit I might as well show off
[Chorus: x2]
Thugga fresh like a Mannie be
Dillerman, hand me keys
Pull up off the lot,
Intro (Curren$y)
I don't know what kind of Dr. Frankenstein shit happened
Eastside all mine
Just like every time
Verse 1 (Curren$y)
When
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man and she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace
so tanned
Without the Beanie rap, who? Hoodini rap
Musolini stack, Lamborghini crash, kiss the Genie lamp
Henney big, excellency, no fake shit,
it looks like rain
She got Tiffany earrings from a limejuice sailor
Rich man, poor man, tinker, retailer
Casey Jones working on the SP line
trip
Someone took a big L, I know how that felt
Lookin' at you sideways, party on tilt
Ooh-ooh, some things you just can't refuse
She wanna ride me like
She stepped off the bus out into the city streets
Just a small town girl with her whole life
Packed in a suitcase by her feet
But somehow
like my faith could never burn me
Like I'm apt to move that mountain just by glaring at it sternly
San Francisco used to seem bigger than Jupiter
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I know money make 'em change, they ain't the same
And I don't want your love, you can keep it if it's fake
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