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Drakeo the Ruler
Drakeo the Ruler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Caldwell
Darrell Caldwell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Duse Beatz
Duse Beatz
Producer
Mustard
Mustard
Producer

Lyrics

(Mustard on the beat, ho) A suit and tie, you know my disguise A buck-50 on the HP like I don't have a mind And if they somehow catch up, I'ma tell 'em I was high Poured off a five, niggas tend to think I'm blind Mr. Mosely, Mr. Mosely, it's the foreign whip crasher Hanging out the window, it's the two greedy bastards Gripping on this TEC and I hope it don't jam Do whatever for the dough, you know me, Tommy Bram Think I need a dolly 'cause this stove is too heavy Whole brick in saran and the stench is kinda deadly I was in the town, had to thank Susan Lee Shot over my head, had to duck the Judases I be gone In and out fast Knock, knock, ding, dong, get the cash I be gone in 60 seconds In and out fast Knock, knock, ding, dong, get the cash I be gone in 60 seconds We know, we know, I be gone in 60 seconds We know, we know, we know Back at it again Mr. Big Bank Budda Blow them bands baby, bitches tend to think I'm stupid On the road again like I'm singing country music Willie, Wiliie, Willie, Wiliie, Willie, Wiliie Nelson I think he finna tell ain't no talk the homies stuff 'em He happy with the cash, put the money in the grams I don't hear the bots but they must be on they phones Shit is kinda tricky, gotta leave this shit alone And I be gone In and out fast Knock, knock, ding, dong, get the cash I be gone in 60 seconds In and out fast Knock, knock, ding, dong, get the cash I be gone in 60 seconds We know, we know, I be gone in 60 seconds We know, we know, we know Sorry granddad it's the Stinc meter calling In the back kicking doors tryna get all of my offer I was tryna hide but this doggie keep moaning Come here boy, I think the heater really calling me Budda ain't the only piece I bought up in this bitch 'Cause if this shit get too ugly, I'ma let off the extend Drakeo calm down, don't buss, it's no problem And I know we out far, they seeing way too many siamese 30 seconds left, there's no need for idle time Walking out with the safe, yeah, the deeds stocks and bonds But I be off drugs, shit, I'm trying not to crash Waving this brick on the side of my face, I just laugh Don't crash, tossing out the beam and the mask in the trash I know I might be sinning, I'm just tryna get the cash Before I had the Porsche, money jumping out the bed On the road, on the road, Willie tell 'em what you said I be gone In and out fast Knock, knock, ding, dong, get the cash I be gone in 60 seconds In and out fast Knock, knock, ding, dong, get the cash I be gone in 60 seconds We know, we know, I be gone in 60 seconds We know, we know, we know And I be gone In and out fast Knock, knock, ding, dong, get the cash I be gone in 60 seconds In and out fast Knock, knock, ding, dong, get the cash I be gone in 60 seconds We know, we know, I be gone in 60 seconds We know, we know, we know
Writer(s): Composer Unknown, Breyshon D Johnson, Darrell Wayne Caldwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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