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The imperial You know? (Maybach Music) Ugh Money through the roof, it got it falling through the sky Got me counting money on a Percocet high Perpetuate petty niggas awaiting my demise Noose around my neck, you think a young nigga kind Lookin' deep into my eyes, you wanna see me rise Who was born commitin' sins? You better watch the signs King of all kings, black Rothschilds One nigga from the South a get you crossed out So fuck where you from and fuck what you sold Watch how you come or watch how it go I diss who you fear 'cause I knew they'd fold And now I'm richer than them niggas, I could do the most Money through the roof, it's falling from the sky Counting money on a Pеrcocet high I watch how you speak, I listen to your tonе The watches that you wear, this different time zones Crispy calamari, tears for the foes Murder undercover strip from your clothes Coupes for the curbs, suicide doors Suits to be served for the drug lords Clubs full of haters, tips for the waiters SongtexteBody count, AK-47's made us Bal Harbour shops, ninety in a knot In Design District, boy, you see me at the top Collins Ave, get the coco from the coast guard Coast clear, let's reward the ones who cook raw Dolce & Gabbana buttoned to the neck Still hoping that Your Honor let the jury rest It's buttoned to the neck Praying that Your Honor let the jury rest All I wanna do is watch the ship float As the sunset, I'm talking big dope Money through the roof, it's falling through the sky Spent two hundred for the coupe, they wanna shoot inside Fuck wearing vests, I knew they wouldn't fit I'm too slow to run, that'd get me flipped They want me broke but a nigga rich I'm talking real money, and not just nigga rich Rap beefs'll get you niggas buried back east At least, bitch niggas better act easy I bought the restaurant, she sold your metaphors I held my niggas down, you hit the panic doors I'm not impressed by the paintings on these niggas walls But will he really draw when in amidst the war? I do it for my homies up against the ropes Twenty years in this, talking to a ghost Money through the roof, it's falling through the sky My homie in the pen' until the day he die I put it on his books and give it to his wife He told me not to visit and to live my life Money through the roof, it's falling through the sky All these broke niggas gotta run inside Goyard luggage, I just wanna fly I pray my niggas get to see that other side Hundred bricks a boy out in St. Croix For the big belly ass rude boy Wah'Gwan, Double M-M-G, man (Maybach Music) Chaa, brrt (Hahaha) Aus Songtexte Mania