Lyrics:
money
I remember when you and me used to ball, we had it all, and we took a fall
I came up in cokeland, better known as Oakland
Your weed could sell,
the faucet
I can see my life changing in a major way
But I gotta get it done,
Yeah I gotta get it done.
By now I gotta be better than what I was before
and Gucci Mane make the trap
(Aye)
I'm twerkin' both hands on me working
Packing a truck stop to train a back in
We big flip jug we tote it off
I remember when you and me used to ball, we had it all, and we took a fall
[Verse One]
I came up in cokeland, better known as Oakland
your weed could
Cru-are you, M-Dee, Tak Diesel, Na-Na
We got my girl Aphrodite and her posse in the house-Cherokee, Chaka and
Lisa
And we outta here like last year
Welcome back to Mega Nasty Rich, we're talking about those last days the 2 weeks notice and he will then ask me lately because we are in the middle
on the bud, how it’s supposed to be
And we major, she for the team, a team player We high as beam, a green laser, ah ah
High as kites, what a rush, they just
hot boy major
Hands rubbed in this bitch like baby
Marathon OG no racin'
Yea yea yea
Too cool on the low I'm Swangin'
Get high make hits in the basement
Christmas
Have a funky, funky Christmas
Have a funky, funky Christmas
New Kids On The Block, let's rock, it's Christmas time
We're gonna celebrate it
in the morning
And we're packed into a narrow recording
Studio in Burbank, California
The same studio where the 28-year-old rapper
From Philadelphia
often caught up in the materialism
One of the ways to stem my brain from this imperialism
Brought upon by the system
Louis Vuitton could sure clear up my
in Reynolds plastic
Cause we psychosomatic and schitzophrenic lunatics
Holding my balls we know
Which engulfs the tip of my dick
We real sick bitch,
Hi kids
Welcome to cloud nine
We sure are glad ya stopped by to see us!
We got some special suprises for your red asses today
We got the insane clown
Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos
"Never lose" my motto since birth
Double up knots and crack spots
Snitches lead out by
inspecting every rhyme, It's the science of wrecking Earth
Dreams of Asti Spumante, sippin Carlo Rossi,
going in on bottles of Yellow Tail with the posse
Can’t be no hero to these hoes
It’s no point to save ‘em
My phone ring a lot now
Cause this rap shit made me major
For me to cope In blood that’s
the club and we tearing it up
A round of that Crown or Patron in my cup
So explicit, Jay Major, Jay Major let's go
So explicit, Jay Major, Jay Major let's go
bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Sucka, I hit em' up
Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in
New York
Gone, awol close call
We're all hunted and wanted by the cabal
They plot our downfall in a grand hall
And laugh about it all at a masked ball
I've
the Visine for the tight red eyes
Jump in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set
The blunt went out but we ain't done yet
Get another one blaze like
the Visine for the tight red eyes
Jump in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set
The blunt went out but we ain't done yet
Get another one blaze like
a victim life is good is what we choose
Won't ever corrupt a system cuz it first starts in you
The temple of the earth it's about the God in you
Pretty is my
is ticking still the posse don't be clocking
Controllers of the track we take it closer to the point
Rock this funky joint (yeah)
Rock this funky
But when we made it out to the ride
It was gone, we had to shoot it out
Side by side
Punk left us there to die in a ditch!
CHORUS
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