Lyrics:
them days are behind us
I ride by different spots, I get flashbacks
I can't get on your level, I'm past that
Watch me run that shit up, I can't go
clowns
Everywhere everywhere
Fuckin clowns
Everywhere I go
Clowns rule everything around me
Cream
It's the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
I'm surrounded by
Bliss when I blast off when I get
R Kelly style on these hoes
Shit on the chest Small
You don’t know the chest nut crack
I crack y’all ass and I crack
comparison
What you gon' compare
Some Smack DVD appearances?
Ding ding ding 15 seconds of fame is up
Was in them hotels with R kelly
We should flame you up
baby, I aint Tryna cuff
Whispered in her ear no this aint no stunt
3 story crib lifestyle brady bunch
Money talks R. Kelly he got that hush (Sshhh)
Oh,
bumping and grinding
I feel like R. Kelly and I don't see nothing wrong
I found my comfort zone
Put a gram in a bong and I wrote another song
I'm giving
bumping and grinding
I feel like R. Kelly and I don't see nothing wrong
I found my comfort zone
Put a gram in a bong and I wrote another song
I'm giving
like muscle tone. I’m bumping and grinding, I feel like R. Kelly and I don’t see nothing wrong. I found my comfort zone, put a gram in a bong and I wrote
getting fucked
When I’m getting stuck
Its the same damn rut
I promised myself I’d get us out of
I’m busting pigs open for twenty fuckin dollars
To buy more
Climb aboard a butterfly
An' take off on the breeze
Let your worries flutter by
An' do the things you please
In a land where dollar bills
Are
(Bongo by the way)
Pray for my enemies
Lord, I need clarity (uh)
They ain't got empathy for me
They stare at me (what?)
They use my couch when
Sixteen sex, no R.Kelly
That's no diss, a man want Becky
If you tell me you want Becky, give me Brian
That's o brain, use your noodle, don't forget it,
a pussy predator
But not for young girls
That's that R kelly fella
(Flashing) Here comes the paparazzi
Put 'em where the be 'fore they spot me
(Flashing)
As a child, promise you'll have fun
Ain't gotta worry 'bout a dollar bill
Bought a queen size crib for my baby
Right by you, I'ma lay there
Tell you some
An' take off on the breeze,
Let your worries flutter by,
An' do the things you please,
In a land where dollar bills,
Are fallin' off the trees,
Jacksons
Five twenties for a hundred dollar bill
You know the math, let's make a deal
On a one dollar bill if ya look on the front
You find the face
on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter
Still in a box,
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now
Chorus: Method Man
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all
Verse Two:
banana skids
While listening to R Kelly's greatest hits
Yung Lean in the club
For some morphine (morphine)
Yung Lean up in the club
For some
bills shit
I'ma peel banana skids
While listenin' to R. Kelly's greatest hits
Yung Lean in the club
For some morphine (morphine)
Yung Lean up in the club
ass shaking like jelly
I can love you for free like my name was akinyele
Take you to the crib twelve play like r kelly
Mess around we gotta dilemma
Climb aboard a butterfly
An' take off on the breeze
Let your worries flutter by
An' do the things you please
In a land where dollar bills
Are
touch you
(Baby)
Are you by yourself tonight, I wanna touch you
(Baby)
I see that look in your eyes, I wanna touch you
(Baby)
Excuse me I'm talkin'
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