Lyrics:
she says to me
"I hear you like Johnny Cash, I like Johnny Cash as well"
So I smile and I'm like, "Oh man, yeah that's great, he's great
Do you know
flashin' on my wrist like it's sponsored by Kodak
My feed got em Thursday like a motherfuckin Throwback
Bitches all in a panic, they better pop em a Prozac
paper
Have you ever seen cash fall from a tree
Or see kings risen in your Martin Luther dreams
I've seen and I've been there, from Prince to a Bellaire
Stopped goin' to church, like what it's all worth?
What would Jesus do if he was in these shoes?
If Johnny pull up, I'm fucked, I'm drunk
Head restin' in
to Barce-G-lona, someone broke in my see car
And I'll search the world F over for my angel in C(sus4) black.
Yeah, I'll search the world G over for a Euro-trash
raise
sometimes the young is slain
To the kids in the p.j.'s black babies
brought up in this world where it's wild and crazy child of the Nile
future
Walker was a card mechanic
Had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash
Luckiest man in Dallas County
He had a gold watch chain and a black mustache
bones for johnny cash, 'cause for me and mine he's wearin' black.
I'll be restin' my bones for Elvis, I seen him last week at the track.
If I'm restin'
a green light turns to red
Ooh why can't you see ooh Johnny B
CHORUS.
The situation's tight
You are billin' by the night
Can't choose between the wrongs
All her chips are on the table
I'm crazy bout that cat
And she throw it if I say so
If I put my hand in imma snap now
Never been the type to ever back
matter whose on we create a new zone
You gon' end up like Johnny Ringo in Tombstone
Fooling about for fun
Found out Doc Holliday wasn't when he came for
some black ass queens getting black ass cash
Black ass kings raising black ass fams
Black neighborhoods with some black ass leaders
And some black ass
Man
My ex just got a new nigga I said, "I ain't tripping"
That nigga don't even got no bands he ain't got no chicken
'Cause soon as he drop you off
karate
The ice on lil baby from Johnny
Allergic to them, can't let none of these niggas by me
They try me I'm hurting somebody
Open up fire but bitch we
plaques in the office
Cause I push black Porsches, Benz's and Jaguars-es
When the rag's off it, gat on my lap, I'm that cautious
Never trust grimy-ass
with the kilos
You know it's quick fast shit it's all about the cash
Pauveted Rolex' and Benz' in the S class
Don't get it twisted nigga you know
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
got told by perished rebels
To always stand your ground
I got a black beret and some hand grenades
And I fired off a couple of rounds
Ryan Giggs in
Blackberries in the belly of the beast
Black berries in the belly of the beast
Blackberries in the belly of the beast
I'm slipping through the cracks aw
(I'm
Nope Sorry this shit isn't Popeyes
Get out of the store why?
Cause I'm Black right?
Man c'mon I have rights
No it's cause you jacked my
Cash Register
Pay attention everything I mentions is a ??
Like how to do with a move
Because the two sit I go by cash rules
Everything around me do movement
While resting the other evening by the side of the road
I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold
His face was all brown and wrinkled by
who giggle walking by
People love Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash and The Stones
But no one seems to give a damn when I play one of my own
I guess that's
Like we're all in mourning
Call me in the morning
Listen up in the back
They call me trouble in the black
Call up the woman in black
Let's have
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