Wall St With Briefcase Tha God Fahim & Your Old Droog

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[Chorus: Tha God Fahim]
Uh
Wall Street with the briefcase
I don't wanna love on a cheap date
Ayo, your man is a cheapskate
Catch me on a yacht eatin' cheesecake
Chop you up like a cheesesteak
They resell the vinyl on the eBay
For keeps, that's how we play
For keeps, that's how we play

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Me and my team be united like the states
As I weigh the stakes, I want what's mine on my plate
Watch me shovel all the crates
We fly high, I got a wingspan like Durant
Got fast hands like "Sweethands" Caleb Plant
I write a chant; this is the journal of a champ
Many try to pull the sword from stone, but they can't, uh
I carried all the weight just like an ant
Go 'head, make your album reviews
Watch me style in my jewels
Couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
Seen the wows and the boos
This the blues - Benjamin Franklin, that be the news
Now I'ma pass it to Droog, we dumpin' by the twos