Lyrics:
the waist
Henn rock from the bottle
I don't go for the chase
I'm so twisted, prolific, the flow sickening
I don't sit around with them
Faggots you blow dick
Compile the album, go down the list
Some hit some miss, that risk you take
One hit, you rich, that dream you make
Ya cash advance, for master dat
If you
got the cash flow and escro, damn
But your honey ran away like presto, ala-kazam
Man made the money, money never made the man
You still fakin jacks
cash flow, paid out the asshole
More power than Wonder Woman's lasso
But oh shit, there go Chill, said he gotta speak to me
That's that kid that inspired
off your screen
Lord knows how many flows it take
To get you caught up witta mack almost every day
'Cause players networkin' all around the clock
a ring upon your hand
See, I can tell bout the way that you approach bitch
That you want a big dick up in your flow bitch
And then I ran true
Bitches
I ain't finna write shit
It ain't the Low Life Gang, I don't too much hang
I'm 'bout my money and my cash flow
Saggin' my Dickies, rockin' my afro
embedded in the hardest head
It's the epic lie to me and debt to a
Country that gives us no credit
So cats stealin money cash hoes 'cause
That's what's
weapon X mic checks the fly flow
Everywhere we go, we, everywhere we go, we, every-every
Everywhere we go, we light it up like the sideshow
Paow!
at the bank
Candy the paint, used to be matching the gas
Used to me getting the cash
Feel alright (feel alright)
Feeling nice (feeling nice) (yeah hoe)
the attention your focus is critical
Snappin' like a Kodak'll be, hope you get the picture, now Twista you notice I beast
Don't flow after me, I'll eat 'em up
is way greener, on the other side
The cash is way greener, over here where I reside
Soon as the summer come around I'm gon' make sure you see me
(oh, I am, I'm trying)
Whatchu mean, you ain't got no cash? (I got a little bit)
Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?
Shouldn't your pockets be big just like
Flip it, stimulate the cash flow
Economic, but I speak ebonics
LA turned me to an asshole
I been shopping down on Melrose
Still a nigga but I'm
closet when I think about the past life
Never good in my wallet, tryna see if I got my cash right
Fuck a flight, they ain't never wanna treat my bag
typical, downfall habitual
Ock, I'm not feelin' you; don't know what your label
Tellin' you or what magic beans they sellin' you
I can flow, you can't
they lust sell their souls for the unlimited cash
Flow, in god we trust but that's never in class though, enron,
Worldcom, CEO assholes a monopoly
remix, let's go!
[Hell Rell]
My flow is novocaine, my bars is hurricanes (Katrina)
I got hell-a cain, mac in the melon range
Hop out and shells exchange
I
to a town like Wimbleton
Get a bust' down spot and be servin' like Wimbledon
Black John McEnroe, my rap flows are clapped (uh-hu)
Supposed to be hot
when I surrond the fake
Drop a soundpiece on ya ear using my mic arithmetic
To getting up my flows while I'm using my mic equipment
LP will like uplift
I want a mill in cash
I come through 'tards shittin', lookin' ill in the past
'cause it's the, ice water, don't get it confused
And one false move'll
You seen ya man? Tell him I'ma kill his ass
And I don't, want to talk I want a mill in cash
I come through 'tards shittin', lookin' ill in the past
a flow that's so contagious
And all and all true patience, my brotha Lo told me makes for perfection
While you feeling bound by this matrix
That's why when
motherfucker want to be just like me
Screamed at and treated like shit by your wifey
This hot bitch be sweatin' the coke cash
My baby mother think I grow
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