Letras
Going straight to the bank wit it
Like that monopoly man I do the race wit it
Got two chains on my neck like I'm Tauheed
I make a gurb choose on me, you are not heem
I walk in and I feel like Prince Hakeem
Juice and berries in my hair
When she peep out my fit, she gone yell like Ric Flair
Put the smackdown on her; she want a ring
I'm a real hot boy, got the bling bling
So I hit up Hit up BB and I say what's the plots
Finna hit a money play and go cop a new drop
Drip like a leaky faucet, it don't stop
Been getting bread since high school selling hot chips
I'ma beat the beat up like a hooptie
Now I'm on yo head like a permanent kouffi
I'ma beat the beat up like a hooptie
Now I'm on yo head like a permanent kouffi
Heating up the pot, temp straight to the top
Stirring when I'm rhyming, like I poured it out the wop
Heights where we at, you gone see it when it drop
Splash, a whole lot of cash when it's pouring out
If money on yo mind, you gone know just what we talking about
If our goals aligned, we can sit down, we can mark it out
Engine always running, I don't need your flame to spark me out
4:20 the time, I'm too high for you to talk me down
Move too calm to be a threat to you with disrespect
But if these niggas got a problem, we'll assume correct
Auto, popping up, pronto
Rolling up, fronto
Look at this, Hando
I took my Orange Lobsters to the beach, I'm finessing
Impressing and sitting naturally in they essence
I'm big player
Two laptops running my business that's a Big Mac
Vidamin C on auto ain't that a big fact?
Big ankh swinging across my person like I'm Heru
Keep me a baseball bat on me like I'm Babe Ruth
Just hit a home run, landed right in that safe, ooh
Prototype merchandise already put in place too
How I just walk out my house and end up on an island?
Think I might write all this down and call my book Enlightened