Letras
The star with the special flow, bars that I'm letting go
Will kill a nigga, peel a nigga pumpkin in the dresser so
See if she gon' leave or just watch a nigga on the floor
That was her nigga, not no more, now see how quick she let him go
I'll take that position, put her back in that position
With a sprinkle of that ISM seasoning that I'ma give her
My car talk back to me like it ain't gotta listen
Tricked out, spoiled, got a attitude and a system
Imagine that, proof that I'm a addict at touching automatic traps
I don't ever sleep but when I sleep I touch a couple stacks
Every night she run it back, run it like a running back
Touchdown, bust downs, turn 'em into cheddar girls
Wetter girls, better girls, get money forever girls
I'ma keep it lit, if it's popping then your flesh will curl
Not from one shot, but from several
Believe me, believe me, I make it look easy
I be getting money, just cheesing
Money from the trap up in hell with the demons
Leave with your money or they leave your ass bleeding
Tell 'em 'bout it
Recession going on, depression coming soon
Get your money while you can, while it's good, nigga, bloom
Get as much paper as you can before the boom
That New World Order I refer to as the Doomsday
Ay, nigga wait, Carson what you talking 'bout
While niggas snapping, walk it out, a law was passed for talking loud
Doing nigga shit, that's how we get caught and found
They listening while you and them is talking pounds
Still know how to talk 'em down, get it on the low for now
Send it, hit the booth, lace it up then let it touch the town
Touch the ground, streets love it, streets hug it
Every avenue will slump it
After more than likely they gon' get a crown
To me cause I'm sicker than the sickest of the sickest men
Too much money for words that I think of and be scribbling
The strongest of my siblings, platoon full of gremlins
Cold-hearted gentlemen who kill for the feel of it
Believe me, believe me, I make it look easy