Lyrics:
I said ayo
Ayo
I need some cash but see the pay slow
Pay slow
I need some money by today though
Day though
I need some money by today
Today
I must
New house by the sand
It cost a couple grand
Mimosa in my hand
Blow up
Ugh, it's time to put these plays in motion
Mimosa in my hand while I kick
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this business
I'm bout to rebel
There's not a bitch in sight
All block bench, all block gates
All gray fence, look who fucked it all up
Mr president i
you're blind of the wicked ways (yeah check it out)
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind (yo)
The President just ordered the Navy to hit
Mr. President,
When I turn 18 I know I can go to war,
But that's just obscene!
You want me to fight for the red, white, and blue but
I'm not
Girl I be your Asap Rocky
And you be my bad girl Riri
By the time you go know my worth, say I promise you I be long gone
Call me Mr President, girly
president
Just a different hypocrite
Colt Brothers, Goldman Sachs all runo
The world as they see fit
As they turn the planet into dust
And your
a deala
Mr. ice cream man, yo neighborhood drug deala
Nigga dat's bout it, down south we rowdy
From atlanta to texas, niggaz won't y'all read about
I'm the realest coming out my section
If I run for president I'll prolly get elected
See the man I want to see when I look at my reflection
Talking
and yawn
Its a love-hate thing, but my heart is torn,
man, let me just speak about whats going on
Hey, Dear Mr. President, why you got our troops in
the war
Yea, we real thugs
All our problems solved by guns
And all our lives depends on the drugs so yea
All my brothers R.I.P
Better be dead than not be free
"It's ya boy, Born Sinner
And shout out to the M.A.F.I.A"
How you gone bring yo niggas into battle?
You must be the worst president of a company
Holland is ruled by midgets
The Pope owns CBS
The subway cars have been equipped with bars
And they're cloning Rudolph Hess
Samantha Fox has gone
get 'em and then trick 'em like brrr stick 'em
see im the mistress he the president
his name lil wayne but thats irrelevent
yo millz ima grab that lil
venom
Played by the rules, and never tried to bend them
I cannot expect for others to be like I am
I tend to walk alone, but it's cool cause I'm a giant
briefcase
And we're taking cutbacks somebody gotta get dropped
Capital investments by sequence automatic mechanical problem secure
Space investor,
the motherfuckin' ghetto
But you can't take the ghetto up out the motherfuckin' niggas
Can't you hear the voice of the niggas comin' at cha?
Fuck you mr. president
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
sentiments I'd give you a pound like "Greetings Mr. President."
Now go do your homework
Order the sequence
wanna be the center piece of my entire culture
And I've been thinking bout you
Cause you've done such
By doing such
I get a pen and paper
Write you
my fam big hugs big kisses
Man I'm blessed you can ask my Mrs
Got a big heart so I don't be dissing
A light in the dark cause ya boy on a mission
And I
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
someone more at peace with the world?
Sly Cooper: I'll admit, he does look kinda "zenned out."
Bentley: Uh... Mr. King? Honorable Panda King, we humbly
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