MEECH
EST Gee
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(Ayy, who that? John Gotitt) Money must grow on trees for me like '03 Meechie in Magic Hey, money must- Yeah, yeah, yeah (FOREVEROLLING) Money must grow on trees for me like '03 Meechie in Magic Slime don't climb, nigga we slidin', snake our way up the ladder Early morning I whip batter platters, ain't Aunt Jemima Get my drop, quick dab the mop up, clean the extras, it matters Police can't stop us, we make blocks look like they natural disasters Stick with a drum like I'm Travis, shit came natural, no practice You gotta extract the gun powder, I learned bleach baths from my daddy Burn my clothes into ashes, I understand all them taxes Actually it's you who don't get it, tellin' too much his business The streets so tricky, I know niggas brothers do 'em for fifty Went to Memphis like Penny, brought trophies back to my city Free Big Basie, we was bendin', windows tinted with blickies I got your mama and sister, value our honor, commitment I'm first team all realest, most y'all ain't honorable mention Separated from friction, friction the reason I'm glistenin' You know that pressure make shiners, especially in treacherous environments Hit the gas cap whinin', pipe screamin' and hollerin' This the life of your highness, warrants all that I'm dodgin( I like bumpin' and grindin', in the yolie behind him You can't be loafin' and drivin', he must been textin' them fine ones Stuck at the light, it cost his life, pull on side of the car Soon as we bust rounds, watch him jump 'round like a flea in a jar Don't be out posted, I walk close up like I'm Steven Segal Y'all ain't got motions, your emotions say believe when she talk I don't trust a ho, barely my bro ever since I seen what I saw Better to get paid while it's today, you might be leavin' tomorrow I send the package, better catch it even if Revis was guarding And me bein' active scarred me badly, took a piece of my heart But I'd much rather live with status than a casualty of war I eat my beef cooked up raw, tell bro, "Find a fork" Carnivore, five star, boy, I'ma eat or get sick My money green as the Grinch, green as this beam on my blick Water boy, reservoir, filled with drip to the tip Pure crystal, clear shit, come quench your thirst with a sip Rather have a real bitch than one with booty and tits But don't get it twisted, I'm still knockin 'em like a ten-dollar grit Uh, nigga, uh, like a ten-dollar grit Don't get it twisted, I'm still hittin it-
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Written by: George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones, Mark Nikolaev, Max Wonnenberg
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