[Intro: DJ Muggs]
Mile Zero, DJ Muggs
B-Real
Catfish Billy
[Chorus: Yelawolf & B- Real]
Yeah, I should've worked on an hour rate
(hour rate)
I be tapping the stack
(stack it up stack it up )
Counting money Hand over fist
(hand over the fist bitch)
Bouncing money over the waist
(over the waist bitch)
Chopping broccoli on a dish
(on a dish)
Countin greens over the bassline
(Bassline)
Pullin words out of a cooler Jack
(cooler Jack)
Digable planets I'm cool like that
(cool like that yeah)
I'm cool like that
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Shots of gin and I'm double vision it's spinning
Swinging backs on this rap shit I'm good for two in the ending
Classic shit on the tracklist I'm stacking glue cause im stickin'
Sticky fingers I'm taking it leave the store and I'm grinning
Clеptomaniac brainiac Wayne is at it again and
I got the pistol besidе me like carrying one of my women
To shoot up (shoot up)
Yeah holding the dixie blue cup
Chaising the little blue stuff
Drippin down on my new Newport
Drippin out from the sticks like you shifting down on a new clutch
Shaking the bitch around and I'm hard to find like a neutral
Yeah hard to find you know me bro
I don't know left on' em so many times like I'm a circle
Still on my square peers on my breath
I'm laid back like pillows on the chair
Weeping willows in the air
Swearin' on 'em so pick a pile of hay
And meet me in the alley way no ball
No derriare
Mile Zero, DJ Muggs
B-Real
Catfish Billy
[Chorus: Yelawolf & B- Real]
Yeah, I should've worked on an hour rate
(hour rate)
I be tapping the stack
(stack it up stack it up )
Counting money Hand over fist
(hand over the fist bitch)
Bouncing money over the waist
(over the waist bitch)
Chopping broccoli on a dish
(on a dish)
Countin greens over the bassline
(Bassline)
Pullin words out of a cooler Jack
(cooler Jack)
Digable planets I'm cool like that
(cool like that yeah)
I'm cool like that
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Shots of gin and I'm double vision it's spinning
Swinging backs on this rap shit I'm good for two in the ending
Classic shit on the tracklist I'm stacking glue cause im stickin'
Sticky fingers I'm taking it leave the store and I'm grinning
Clеptomaniac brainiac Wayne is at it again and
I got the pistol besidе me like carrying one of my women
To shoot up (shoot up)
Yeah holding the dixie blue cup
Chaising the little blue stuff
Drippin down on my new Newport
Drippin out from the sticks like you shifting down on a new clutch
Shaking the bitch around and I'm hard to find like a neutral
Yeah hard to find you know me bro
I don't know left on' em so many times like I'm a circle
Still on my square peers on my breath
I'm laid back like pillows on the chair
Weeping willows in the air
Swearin' on 'em so pick a pile of hay
And meet me in the alley way no ball
No derriare
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