Lyrics:
we puffin' that Bob Marley
Tore it down with my brothers from the stage to the booth
Hip Hop, you the love of my life and that's true
Words
Money Talks
Shhh.. I’m on a heist
Who got the invite
Come roll the dice
This starts tonight
There aint no living twice
We out here living right
Yeah
At a diner down on Broadway they make small talk
When she brings his eggs and fills his coffee cup
He jokes about his love life
And tells her he's
Now I'm back without a grasp of reality
Finally see the realism of life in actuality
Finding myself terrified by my own infernality
If I'm gonna rap,
Breakdance, break every bone in your body!
Bury you alive, and dance on your grave like Rock Steady!
A lotta rappers bein' pussy like Tom Petty!
I told you 'The
Always keep it subtle showing stealth
Lived a big portion of my life in a bubble
Might still be stuck in the box
Till I decide to go outside and talk
yh
fatcat
let me talk to em
make i talk to em
look
this is not a drill this is real you know how it feel
go ahead pop another pill
fatcat in this B
At a diner down on Broadway they make small talk
When she brings his eggs and fills his coffee cup
He jokes about his love life
And tells her he's
The cash the money the checks its getting flooded
The fame the power two things that I needed
Tom ford suit handle business got it fitted
They whole
Feeling like Calvin when he got that job
Like bad girl Riri when she got that bob
Like the first black girl in the white school
Like the first rap
could be fly just by watching Aladdin
Don't get me mad, it can turn into Madden
I'll send a blitz before I see you passin'
You ain't eating, must be
by yourself
Keep goin', you goin' somewhere
Fuck it, I do it, i know it ain't fair
Two feet in the game, and I'm here like a bear
All of these women,
standin' there all on your fuckin' own 'avin' a somebody try to get your attention n' talk to ya. I'm playin' a drum solo, n' the guy's standin' a yard,
[Intro]
(Thanks, Yakree)
[Verse 1]
Uh
Mane she a stalker, I’ma walk it like I talk it to her
I’ma make that pussy hit the jiggy, bitch
Mane I go raw
It's Lil Uzi Vert
Let's go
Yeah (ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
One, two, three, hello (whoa)
I won't never call back, if I hang up, I
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your
realm, no perpetrator
A society choose the elevator
Of success by identity cross-fader
Complex thinking they're really much greater
Plain raw, harness
isn't an insult and a deed that I could never be insulted by Him, adding a well placed
And accredited quotation by Tom Waits in French no less, much
These aren't rhyme schemes
They're my schemes
Where's Tom Cruise? He'll need to do some heist things
That's a long shot but go ahead and snipe me
Pop
real estate
Got my feelings locked
And nobody got the combination to the safe
Like an elevator my goal is to elevate
I'll admit that my building been in
My favourite nitty's always coming short
The one I hate scores the most
My shawty talks the most
Never sticking to a word
If you've ever said you're
ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona,
call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get
call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get
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