Letras
K-K-Kato on the track bitch
Yeah, let me set the mood
Ces the crew
Times hard, money down
But we're getting through
Cash flow and market crash
I'm still collecting loot
Beware of who you come around and are connected to
Back in effect, my crew will let you know I rep the new
They stack the deck I use, what I have is a stepping stool
Ces said it true, now let it spread and move, credit due
Fed it unleaded fuel, reap the benefits when it grew
Stacking my revenue, they act like they never knew
I'm tapping all the markets, black, white, red and blue
The fact that Ces sold 45K is incredible
The profits rise as I philosophize
From a peasant's throne, success, not set in stone
Nothing's ever guaranteed
Made the dues for me to pay into, they gave me clarity
We see the game as clear as day, I
Never do hear your name, the residue of fear is hate
Tender to steer away, homie, connect the clues
The plan is place any bet you lose
Times hard, money down
But we're getting through
Recession proof
Recession proof
Cash flow and market crash
I'm collecting loot
Don't beat it, Billy Jean
Approach the dock, park it
Your high is rain, that plane will crash like the stock market
To me it's funny, these dummies is broke as Annie tough
Money's in the family, thus the plan is to ante up
Bust in the air and the second they hear that blast blaow
Hop over the counter and count up what's in the cash cow
I'm Robin Hood with a stack of fetti to pass out
Reinvent myself like I'm Prince in this bitch, I'm assed out
Go dumb for duckets, y'all kick the bucket and stay broke
Just as soon as we leave the saloon, we robbing the stage coach
Lames acting the saddest
Mad at the way we flip the script
Plus everybody's lunching on something, let's get the chips and dip
Grab my Glock with custom pistol grips, get fucked with just the tip
Snatch a cup of blood from a gravedigger and take a sip
Probably flip right into a rage soon as it hits the lip
Radar chirping, I ain't afraid, I know it's just a blip
By whose time you know my rhyme is ice cold and I'm stepping through
I blindfolded my goals, line 'em up and execute
I saw your fucking show, bro, and I thought your set was cute
Acting as if you got it on lock and there's nothing left to do
I heard a lot of small talk and I up and left the room
Claiming Pharaoh not a mosh but built himself impressive tombs
They say what I spit is gas, I guess that my breath is fumes
Sick without a cure, I'm sure God bless if I've infected you
They say that death consumes, I aim at the chest and shoot
Put my heart and soul on a track and pray that the record moves
Won't be satisfied 'til the legends say they respect my views
Do a sold out show and I see my name in electric hues
Let's set the fuse, my man, today we affect the news
Times hard, money down
But we're getting through
Recession proof
Recession proof
Cash flow and market crash
I'm collecting loot
Punk, get your bank up
Molly Brown, motherfucker can't sank us
Man, why they coming with the pressure but they can't bust
Better pay us, get 'em wetter than a paintbrush
Put the on-four, let a nigga fill the tank up
Do you want more? We were fucking bankrupt
Now we're on award tour
Study another Bruce Lee on the fourth floor
Now we on the third putting words on the scoreboard
Every city I'm heard, bitch, give me my turn
And the biddy got burned like hay in the middle of the barn
Okay, look away, get sprayed
They never get cake 'cause they never take it, scray
Haters hate but they really looking gay, Mitch Bade
Shots ricochet, hit 'em when they aim this way
Not finger play, acting like a bitch, get laid
Hip-hop out of the Middywest, Dip and Strange
So Rob Zombie gonna get them brains
Hop up in another whip and then switch lanes
When we got up into the game, we made a big bang
Now everybody concerned about the way the dick hang
This way, that way, 'cause they give me back pain
These motherfuckers, they rap, want to piggyback fame
And they looking Big Willie with the Jiggy-wack game
In the state of Missouri, kill a city where cash reign
Yeah, rah