Lyrics:
I just want some money fuck all that other shit
Oh you tripping, I'm a go and fuck my other bitch
Blue strips, gotta stack of em right by my hip
Full
what the name means, yeah
Sawed off shotty finna Kobe, uh
Best Forrest Gump bouta roast beef, yuh
Drive by turned into a ghost scene, yeah
Blue lights
for these
That's when I whipped out a whole bunch of money
And I say age ain't nun but a number
And Ben Frank ain't nun but a hunnid
And I say age ain't
we're sipping
Both our hearts start slipping
We lose resistance
Feel it in an instant
Playing frank Ocean
Freeway by the the ocean
Times in slow motion
Blue skies and my spectacles
Flew by in the chopper
Your green eyes look like fauna
And green slime
Out the window
Just reached the destination
Family
shell about a dozen
You never see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands
by it, by it
40 on me like kemp, Always keep it tucked
Semi with a beam, Mix the cream in my soda
Russians no cream, Want a convo I'm exclusive
Blue
And then you'll say that, "Even Jesus forgave"
Then we'll drive to your place
And you'll make love to me, while we're listening to Blonde by Frank
Mmm put
meet pop
You got the kittens fed up with your fake set up
I keep niggas on rooftops to watch you
I move by smooth, even keep the new spots supplied
Frank zappa (guitar)
Lowell george (guitar, lead vocals)
Roy estrada (bass, vocals)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Buzz gardner (trumpet)
Ian
grey Mexican suit
The blue eyed traffic can sashay by
'Cause tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai
The kick-out traffic goes creaking by
I smash
Yuh, yuh
Better duck 'cause we aiming at you
Ain't no point in hiding
Just me and Frank sliding, 'cause we gon' slide by in a coupe
Yuh, yuh
Better
I know I'm too woke for you, but listen
I can make the skies turn blue, I can see a dime that's true
I know where I stand, it's true, I know where I
in
I love for me frank muller wrist
I’ll hit em by the twos I’m rich
I know your mad you silent switched
Movie swiftly thinking miles and shit
chocolate lovers, guns is published
Detroit bitches out of town be dyin' to fuck us
This is real talk, shank lullabies
Ben Franks, we like Jet Blue we stay
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
To tell the world I love you in letters eight miles high
And then I'll go to Russia to paint the Kremlin blue
To paint the world by numbers is all I want
celebrity is you
I see Muhammed Ali
Clanking goes my trolley (18)
Starred in "Hello Dolly"
When it ran out of blue and Salvatore Dali
He did a little sketch
'88, Oshkosh and blue and white dunks (everything will be alright)
Pass the blunt
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep
'88, Oshkosh and blue and white dunks (everything will be alright)
Pass the blunt
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep
milks at lunch
The milks was chocolate, the cookies, buttercrunch
'88, Oshkosh and blue and white dunks (everything will be alright)
Pass the blunt
ain’t boning no fish
On my mama I should’ve been blew Color of the Benz blue
Don’t fuck with them old hundreds nigga like his Bens blue
Bad bitch sitting
Wrap a nigga like ah mummy
Turn a nigga to ah zombie
Gotta pocket full of franks
Pockets filled with that blue money
Nigga Come n cop ah bow
Yea Dey
the ice cold
My Spotify plays just doubled, as patrons compliment the flow
As I take my seat, Frank Sinatra on repeat
I'm greeted with a glass
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