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If you ain't talkin bout a profit then ain't no need to holler I be smokin on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars I'm still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power I be smokin on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars You ain't talkin bout a profit then ain't no need to holler I be smokin on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars I'm still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power I be smokin on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars Have you pushing up them flowers if you playing with my dollars I be chillin with gorillas, you be with some prima donnas Since a youngin, I was hustlin, you was watching Mr. Rogers I been plottin on that bag, want the money and the power I just might go cop a jag, hit the mall blow twenty thousand I be smoking on that gas, got ya bitch up in my shower I just hit her for the free, I ain't even trade no dollars Said she want to fuck a g, tired of layin up with cowards Now she calling up my phone (my phone) Hit me every hour (hour) Had to leave the bitch alone (alone) Tired of hearing all her problems (problems) Only to focused on this cash, need five-hundred thousand Only to focused on this cash, ain't no way around it If you ain't talkin bout a profit then ain't no need to holler I be smokin on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars SongtexteI'm still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power I be smokin on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars You ain't talkin bout a profit then ain't no need to holler I be smokin on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars I'm still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power I be smokin on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars (Yeah, yeah, Eastside, Jet Life) Orange hag carpet in my seventies style apartment I stay on some fly art shit, Andy Warhol on my starship walls Populated by the greatest, all my ladies in the latest Porsche closed circuit racing Toast to us cause we done made it Major paper with no hatin, that's what wins championships, baby We sippin champ in here, baby Lit like a lamp in here, baby I'm on my mill, on my mill like a stamp in here, baby I'm like a snail, like a snail, how I craw on the pavement A 64 on Daytons with them funky oldies playing Hit the switch and raise it, hit the switch again and lay it All day, all night, outside living life You fools just living lies, stand inside, motherfucker If you ain't talkin bout a profit then ain't no need to holler I be smokin on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars I'm still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power I be smokin on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars You ain't talkin bout a profit then ain't no need to holler I be smokin on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars I'm still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power I be smokin on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars I used to be broke as a joke, had to figure it out Yeah, either they locking us up or they kicking us out Yeah, I really know niggas who really had work in the drought, whoa I used to play king of the hill, now I'm king of the South, uh Promise to God I won't tell on my brothers Them niggas snitching, got me switching my number The ghetto told us that the world don't love us I'm deep in that pussy, she tell me she cumming I'm coming only if they talkin bout money I'm from the bottom where the weather not sunny I'm talkin bloody money all in the luggage They claiming they real, but don't keep it a hundred Yeah, them thirsty bitches go fuck whoever with the money (money) From a hood where them niggas be hustling Sunday to Sunday (Sunday) Way back in the G, I used to sell out of the Cutlass (Cutlass) They counted me out, but I told them I'd make it out one day If you ain't talkin bout a profit then ain't no need to holler I be smokin on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars I'm still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power I be smokin on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars You ain't talkin bout a profit then ain't no need to holler I be smokin on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars I'm still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power I be smokin on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars Aus Songtexte Mania