Dust

Look You know what it is Four wheeler, jet skis, Puerto Rican waters Cash for foreigns Call me Aston Martin Lawrence Florence the Machine, hunnid round machine of Florence In the hood robbin', Robin Hood feed the homeless Don't sink in them sinkin' moments Jay, Wes and Otis Rip top on my wrist and Lotus Hurricane Chris left hook, Westbrook Diamond chains have you lookin' like Sticky Fingaz I be wrist with the technique My V103 like bread street That's straight cash, me and Belly with a hunnid Arabs 40 sound like a plane crash I can't get away Money keep on falling (falling) Every time I try to leave it alone I swear it keep on calling (calling) I can't get away Keep on falling (falling) Every time I try to leave it alone I swear it keep on calling (calling) I've been reala My pen illa' (aye) You softer than Ben Stiller and a chinchilla (yeah) Sim Simma, Sim Simma, who got the keys to my beamer The Alpina (aye) Fuck a cult, we define the culture So they keep us in the vault just to sign the vultures (yeah) Designer holsters, Ferragamo loafers Over time, still balling thought my time was over Look, up north I'm the soya and the duck sauce (woo) Tryna shake the paranoia from the drugs off (yeah) No love lost, but you know that kinda love costs You made me go and get my heart and knock the dust off Dust, dust off Dust, dust off Shoulders, dust off Shake the motherfucking dust off I can't get away Money keep on falling (falling) Every time I try to leave it alone, I swear it keep on calling (calling) I can't get away Keep on falling (falling) Every time I try to leave it alone, I swear it keep on calling (calling) Keep on calling, keep on calling Keep on calling, keep on calling (calling) Keep on calling, keep on calling Keep on calling, keep on calling (calling) Dust, dust, dust, dust off Dust, dust, dust, dust off Keep on calling (dust off) Keep on calling Keep on calling (dust off) Shake the motha fuckin' dust off The heal of the god