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Cashmere pea coat Fella caught a fortune off a c-note Wiggin’ out I’m givin’ out free smoke Hater love to doubt ace I live in the kitchen baking poundcakes Supreme Clientele, never clout chase Global mogul, ex-lover I ain’t tryin’ to hold you Watch me gain power like I changed in the phone booth Low brim, Soulja Slim, cover me I’m goin’ in Fuckin’ with him, they gon’ know the fire close as kin Statik on the track like a old dusty 45 Statik on my back like the old rusty .45 You caught the vibe, that’s on Any Given Sunday Ready with the drum play I’m heavy with the Feng Shui I must say, I’m up now In spite of all my gold they tried to shut down I’m still worth millies on the bustdown So savage, total my average that’s GOAT status Addicts fiending for these lines, that’s a coke habit Yo Ghost lethal Like the diamonds on a handle on a Desert Eagle I pop like a old record with a thin needle I got verses in the safe written in Hebrew Back the fuck up SongtexteOr catch a bald head we call Onyx Once in a while get my dick sucked Yeah, listenin’ to Delfonics Old rituals makin’ it til’ it’s visual How you gonna kill a Ghost, knowin’ he’s invisible Every time I fly out I’m leavin’ my hoes miserable I’ll be back like my money or residuals Space table, cuttin’ everything fatal Stronger than whiskey, lemon scent in the quaaludes Had a thousand wallos on the cover of my debut Daytona Five double-O in them Babe Ruths 95, the first nigga with a Jesús I jumped ship I chose Titos over Grey Goose Ayo, what we doin’ We caught up in Chase foldin’ up new ones The chain with the sheepdog on, Breezly Brewin These individuals who got change and barely knew em Since my nigga took off the stocking caps to cool em Yo fire sour with gasoline burners, light up Any microphone in the mix get lit right up Get power, everything’ll sell for a sick dollar Crashin’ up Cullinans, Royce give me a holler Yo, the greatness Sorta like tapes in The Matrix All butter soft shit on, you know the way bitches The Pharoahs only rock gold at the galas Champagne wars with sneaky whores we smell em Rip rap, any adversary I twist that All I need a Guinness, a drum thick, and a kickback You know them niggas, yup, Wu niggas When it come to partnership It’s parkin’ shit, sharks and shit If I ride wit’ ya, vibe wit’ ya, I side wit’ ya This is my scripture, next to greatness is my picture I don’t like pictures, my trigger finger just might flick it Take your life and them guys wit’ ya can die wit’ ya I’m a fly figure Net worth in the 9 figures Like I’m lyin’ if ya know ya know when that line hit ya Draw the line Mr. Get Out Of Line, you line skipper You get lined quicker, I’m fittin’ all you line sniffers Shot callin’ but yall triggered, that’s yall business In Park Hill and the Slum Village we all dealers And yall feel us, the feelin’ feel like we all members Like we all winners, unless I’m hungry than yall dinner YUM Finger lickin’ sound of the drum When I’m money hungry, lick my finger countin’ my funds Take a finger from me, well then I’m’a count on my thumb Our count on my accountant when I’m accounting my ones Aus Songtexte Mania