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[Intro]

[Hook]

I had a dream that rap wouldn’t work

Woke up on the block, had to hit it with the four

Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the four

Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the four

Rap don’t work, records ain’t bein’ sold

So much money on me, it won’t even fold

So much money on me, it won’t even fold

So much money on me, it won’t even fold

So much money on me, it won’t even fold

So much money on me, it won’t even fold

[Verse 1]

I got Medusa on my sneakers

My dick up like “nice to meet ya”

100K for a feature, hundred K’s at my leisure

Then we aim at your people

I be higher than a eagle

When I’m sipping on that codeine

Free my nigga Segel

Ridin’ on a jet, headin’ to that Costa

Soon as I land I be in that Testarossa

If I die tonight, you gon’ see some flicks in Ghosta

I’m the man in my city, same thing in South Dakota

And I’m running up that check, show you how I do it

I drink red bitches, I don’t drink Red Bulls

Man they tried to give me wings, but I already had some

I’m all that and then some, my trap house is my income

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I’m ballin’ like Mr. Clean

I gotta keep my kitchen clean

God bless me like I’m finna sneeze

Got to weigh me on a triple beam

D-boy in parenthesis

All gold in my Mr. T’s

2 Chainz, two pinky rings

My trigger finger’s like a lemon squeeze (Baow!)

Climax! Make your main ho my side-chick

I’m so high, your whore get hijacked

And my vision is pyrex

I do it big like a 5X

Killed they ass with the eyepatch

I got bad bitches on my side

I done fucked around and got sidetracked

My first night, I spent five racks

Next night I forgot to count

I’m so hot; who gon’ put the fire out?

I’m the fireman, I put fire out

Got a pole in my basement

Tipped your girl like [?] now

Ridin’ on these motherfucka’s until they blow my tires out

[Bridge]

My wrist deserve a shout-out, I’m like “What up, wrist?”

My stove deserve a shout-out, I’m like “What up, stove?”

All this jewelry on then I’m out cold

So much money on me, it won’t even fold!

[Hook]

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[Intro]

[Hook]

I had a dream that rap wouldn’t work

Woke up on the block, had to hit it with the four

Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the four

Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the four

Rap don’t work, records ain’t bein’ sold

So much money on me, it won’t even fold

So much money on me, it won’t even fold

So much money on me, it won’t even fold

So much money on me, it won’t even fold

So much money on me, it won’t even fold

[Verse 1]

I got Medusa on my sneakers

My dick up like “nice to meet ya”

100K for a feature, hundred K’s at my leisure

Then we aim at your people

I be higher than a eagle

When I’m sipping on that codeine

Free my nigga Segel

Ridin’ on a jet, headin’ to that Costa

Soon as I land I be in that Testarossa

If I die tonight, you gon’ see some flicks in Ghosta

I’m the man in my city, same thing in South Dakota

And I’m running up that check, show you how I do it

I drink red bitches, I don’t drink Red Bulls

Man they tried to give me wings, but I already had some

I’m all that and then some, my trap house is my income

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I’m ballin’ like Mr. Clean

I gotta keep my kitchen clean

God bless me like I’m finna sneeze

Got to weigh me on a triple beam

D-boy in parenthesis

All gold in my Mr. T’s

2 Chainz, two pinky rings

My trigger finger’s like a lemon squeeze (Baow!)

Climax! Make your main ho my side-chick

I’m so high, your whore get hijacked

And my vision is pyrex

I do it big like a 5X

Killed they ass with the eyepatch

I got bad bitches on my side

I done fucked around and got sidetracked

My first night, I spent five racks

Next night I forgot to count

I’m so hot; who gon’ put the fire out?

I’m the fireman, I put fire out

Got a pole in my basement

Tipped your girl like [?] now

Ridin’ on these motherfucka’s until they blow my tires out

[Bridge]

My wrist deserve a shout-out, I’m like “What up, wrist?”

My stove deserve a shout-out, I’m like “What up, stove?”

All this jewelry on then I’m out cold

So much money on me, it won’t even fold!

[Hook]

Views: 108

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