歌词

Live from the 718 baby World famous DJ Clue Desert Storm Welcome to Friday Night Freestyle Baby We gonna turn it up for the streets Came off Delta started spraying Went through customs and the scanners LAPD stopping niggas All they want is drugs and hammers Impossible Burgers got me shitting I be spitting facts though Smoking gas and getting cash Names written on the Bando Everywhere is war like Bob So they got me wearing Camo Walkers out of time Never running out of ammo Sharper than a Natives arrow Bad reception change the channel Me I slept in a van Had a plan Made it happen Vegan no chicken scratching School you I can leave you absent Some people fail at life All talk but lacking action Smokers using ash trays Me I'm just plucking ashes Ride around Tuck the plastic Cut the branches Let's get rich I got machines holding money So make this count Make this count Make this count Let's get rich I got machines holding money Can't count me out Can't count me out Let's get rich I got machines holding money So make this count Make this count Make this count Let's get rich I got machines holding money Can't count me out Can't count me out Better keep one in the head Letter to self These people rather see you dead Better your health Turn riches into wealth We're moving stealth Still our presence really felt They rigged the game So I marked the cards That were being dealt Myself They say I changed Yeah I did But for real Let's build Life's a beach Coney Island or Negril Let's chill Take a pill Red or Blue Bushwick Brownsville Out in LA Better pay attention here Palm trees in the trenches Beautiful despair Apprehension here There's a drought Be clear You can get wet up No scuba gear All truth No Dare Drug paraphernalia LSD Some shrooms Some Sinsemilla For that butter Some will fly Another cat a peel ya Hash Mills Noxer Better get familiar Let's get rich I got machines holding money So make this count Make this count Make this count Let's get rich I got machines holding money Can't count me out Can't count me out Let's get rich I got machines holding money So make this count Make this count Make this count Let's get rich I got machines holding money Can't count me out Can't count me out
Writer(s): Hashim Mills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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