No time for struggle cause we shining today, today Look out the window see me flying away, away It's a proven fact money make the world go round And a couple sweet words'll make your girl go down On the whole team cause you weren't taking care of business See me in a Bimmer, see you in a Civic, uh When I step up in the party, yes I'm letting my nuts hang Tryna fuck a groupie bitch right on the hood of the Mustang From a place where they bust things, hailing from Flushing Peace to blood stains, Beamer custame On a California king where the thug lay (that's word to me man) The joint longer than Mutombo finger, my features etch Shorty sniffin' lines like a sketch Tell her that I need my slippers fetched I need a wifey tongue longer than Kakey Shoot the gun right when I whistle, plus she never will snake me Do a split on my dick If I'm sick she'll even clean me if I shit in my pants So I'm taking her to France with me Doing math like an Asian student I've been a truant, three language fluent Blueish on the Buick Reddish on the hue of the cheeks on my booby Her body smoking like a dooby The joint rolled like a croissant, mad butter Gold or brown If I end up in the can then who gon' hold me down? Probably no one They like it when you hot, when you not They tell you eat a cock off the springboard I dive into the drop Gold watch, like I just retired No socks in the loafer cause it's tacky At least I'm not up in Pataki's You catch me higher than a Shaq knee See me swerving side to side like Mutombo finger The bundle bringer, guns are subtle Hear them clapping like the end of the huddle I might be big as a bear, but nothing to cuddle Hop in the shuttle, land in Russia, yo Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com