Letras
I'm sleepin' on a billion dollars
I'm eatin'
I'm eatin'
I'm sleepin' on a billion dollars
And I say right about now New York City, ow!
Oh no, oh Joe he did it, he's back
In the back of that black Maybach trippin'
Now blow that motherfuckin' kush up in da sky
La la la la, la la la
Bumpin' that Kanye, you can't tell me nothin', right?
La la la la, la la la la
Hand on the shotgun and I'm ridin' shotgun
Uzis, banana clips, what what? I got some
Bullets are wholesale, food stamps, coupons
Yellow mustard Phantom car and Grey Poupon
I can make it Pac Man Jones in here too long
We up a hundred grand whenever I hear a new song
C'mon, c'mon, that's too many ringtones
2.8 what you want me to tell ya?
Make it rain and Rihanna go an' grab an umbrella
Ella, ella, ella
Holy shit, so much coke a nigga had to shovel it
So much coke a nigga change his government
Now we can all sing along for the fuck of it
Crack crack crack crack
Hey this is the crack house, welcome to the crack house
I mean I'm talkin' more plies than a frat house
This is the problem, this is not music
I hope you find it, cuz he about to lose it
Joey don't do it, Joey done did it
Joey keep doin' it until you're done with it
Bring 'em to the crack house, show 'em the crack house
Take 'em to the crack house, we in the crack house
You gotta touch your toes or I'm out
Fuck a club, I got a strip pole in my house
Six million ways to make it rain, hold up
Conflicts in my chain from Angola
Convicts in my plane when we roll up
And they hustle yay not vitamin water
Fat cuz I'm so rich, rich cuz I'm so hood
Uzi your whole whip, nigga I'm that hood
You flow cold but Joe flow sicka
Even Reverend Al be like Joe's that nigger
John Gotti, supreme team show
These are the niggaz you compare to Joe, hello