I'm sleeping on a billion dollars Coka I'm eatin' I'm eatin' I'm sleeping on a billion dollars I say right about now New York City, aw Hoe no oh Joe He did it he's back in the back o' that black Maybach trippin' Now blow that mother fuckin' kush up in the sky La la la la la la la Bumpin' that Kanye you can't tell me nothing right La la la la la la la ya Hand on the shotgun And I'm riding shotgun Uzis, banana clips, what what I got some Bullets a whole sale, food stamps, coupons Yellow mustard phantom call it grey poupon I can make it Pacman Jones in here too long We up a hundred grand when ever I hear a new song C'mon c'mon that's too many ring-tones Two point eight what you want me to tell ya Make it rain man, Rhianna goin' grab an umbrella Ella ella ella holly shit So much coke a nigga had to shuffle it So much coke a nigga change his government Now we can all sing along for the fuck of it Crack, crack, crack, crack [Chorus] Hey this is the crack house Welcome to the crack house Mean I'm talkin' more pies than a frat house This is a problem this is not music I hope you find it cause he about to lose it Joey don't do it Joey done did it Joey keep doin' it Until your done with it Bring 'em to the crack house Show 'em the crack house Take 'em to the crack house We in the crack house You gotta touch your toes or I'm out Fuck a club I gotta strip pole in my house Six million ways to make it rain holla Conflicts in my chain from Angola Convicts in my plane where we roll up And we hustle yey not vitamin water Fat cause I'm so rich Rich cause I'm so hood Uzi your whole whip, Nigga I'm that hood You flow cold But Joe flow sicka' Even Reverend Al Be like Joe's that nigger John Gotti supreme team show These are the niggas you compare to Joe hello [Chorus] Get 'em joey just get 'em (aha) Get 'em get on them (yes) And if they piss you off You shit on them (yes) And if they piss you off You shit on them Hey Weez just stop right there Shit I'll let em go get the hole block clear These niggas acters they all not there And their time's tickin' like an auto mare First nigga pop up 'n' we gave them the piece Next nigga probably leave 'em under the sheets Common papa you talkin' to me? Ain't no body else runnin' these streets cock sucka' Hey this is the crack house Welcome to the crack house Mean I'm talkin' more pies than a frat house This is a problem this is not music I hope you find it cause he about to lose it Joey don't do it Joey done did it Joey keep doin' it Until your done with it Take em to the crack house They don't want the crack house They don't want the crack house Kick em out da crack house
Written by: BOULDIN, BRETT ANTHONY / FREEZE, LOUIS M. / MUGGERUD, LARRY / BOBE, JESUS / PITTMAN, KEITHIN JAMAL / CARTER, DWAYNE / CARTAGENA, JOSEPH ANTHONY / WILLIAMS, BERNICE / DIXON, EUGENE DRAKE / EDWARDS, EARL
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