Lyrics:
eyes see it's all good (it's good)
It's all good (it's good)
Tight knit by the blueprint
These brown eyes and my gold skin it's all good (it's good)
It's
big things
JC bird gang big wing
Man upstairs pullin' big strings
Butterfly doors make the trap sing
Team too real no capping
Came a long way from
Didn't move the brown or the crack
Use to pick up for the fact
I could make more back by breaking down to scores n that
Stack to buy out the stores n that
a pine tree by my knees
Sunshine through the shade
Nobody knows what it's all about
It's too much man - let it all hang out
Saw a man walking upside
I'm from a little place we call BMT
That's Beaumont Texas also known as BIG MONEY TALK
I learned at a young age Big money talk
You got damn right
how that go
Man, after school I catch him runnin', yeah, he just a ho
Man, I'm four up in the morning, girl, steady callin' my phone
Man, I'm drunk,
Bitch I'm on top, here come the hoes by the flock i copped a Benz wit a drop
Back on the block
I can be more than on top
Expensive when I milly rock
I
(Ay, you could turn it down if it get too loud)
(I got money comin' in by the pound)
(My name is JoMNi)
(You better know better)
(You know I'm
in the booth , and I smoke by the pound
I'm the king of this shit nigga give me my crown
Been feeling hazy man I think it's the brown
They Claim they
this all away
And tomorrow with your neighbors fight
You a man
I'm a man
Why we bringing color up?
Black and Brown Pride
Brown and Black Peace
Why
from 100 by 7s and forwards by 3s
They look at each other and shrug
Okay man, one exit down there's a truck stop
Officially, that's the end of our
play pool play by the pool
Ten tan babes drool while I lay by the
Ooh man, just working on my skin tone
What the fuck you expect
From the butterscotch
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
thighs loose
No time to fuck around it's goin' down in my room
A whole thang of ice 5th of brown and a thang of goose
Man, call trick and tell them
to the table before this feature got hooked
Need the fruits of my labor by the foot
Look I be stepping in some Jordans you can't cop at the store
Peep
smoking the green
Mix up with the brown is for me to get high like a cloud
And if you smell this thing
What I'm smoking is going to be just as if you
Got me going hard
Yeah you can say
I'm made of medal
Going all in
With my foot stomping on the pedal
Just by one of your looks
Yeah i knew i had
One foot in and one foot out
Gotta go all the way and decide right now
That nothing other than focus is allowed
And that's on god without a shadow
You' know?
(For sure) Cause they hard to come by man, just like a bitch man
Just like bitches are hard to come by, the good ones?
Niggaz is hard
can't rhyme like me
Them man there can't spar with me
Mana six foot five you're five foot three
Sit down boy can't handle me
If I'm on fleek you're
me feeling Rich Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man doing up bench
Cause they
feeling Misch Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man there doing up bench
Cause they ain't
The situation's a win-win (it's a win-win)
We both know we're just fu-ckin (we're fuckin)
[E-40]
Oooh; thick like a big bowl of grits, big tits good looks
I knew
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