[Intro: Ez & MBNel]
Hm...
2200EKC3S&SFY
MB!
[Chorus: Ez Mil]
Barya, pera, throw up the kabisera
Run up, gyera, then ready-set-karera
I'm swervin' on a kabayo, I got the manibela
Segunda to tresera, andale pa sa hilera
Barya, pera, throw up the kabisera
Run up, gyera, then ready-set-karera
I'm smirkin' from the malayo 'cause all that yap is kuwela
Mga-memang itchepwera, 'la pang galang sa bandera
[Verse 1: MBNel]
Money root of evil, I keep plantin' the seeds
If that's the case then, everything I do is blasphemy
When I was broke and no one cared, no one was askin' for me
And now my diamonds VVS they act like family to me
Aye it cost to be alive, well this that land of the free
I had to learn to ball alone cause no one passed it to me
Now I could pay a couple dollars they'll blast it for me
Now every time I say a word I could demand me a fee
They'll kill for these dead folks that's all in my pocket
I used to never skip a beat to the bag, now I'm joggin'
Let the bullshit walk, let the bag do the talkin'
'Know this shit I'll never need it, I be itching to cop it
Ayy, flip a coin, heads or tails what it land on
Mother nature, life's a bitch with a grandma
Without them stripper bitches then who else throw these bands on?
The money fit the picture, I'm just holdin' the camera
Hm...
2200EKC3S&SFY
MB!
[Chorus: Ez Mil]
Barya, pera, throw up the kabisera
Run up, gyera, then ready-set-karera
I'm swervin' on a kabayo, I got the manibela
Segunda to tresera, andale pa sa hilera
Barya, pera, throw up the kabisera
Run up, gyera, then ready-set-karera
I'm smirkin' from the malayo 'cause all that yap is kuwela
Mga-memang itchepwera, 'la pang galang sa bandera
[Verse 1: MBNel]
Money root of evil, I keep plantin' the seeds
If that's the case then, everything I do is blasphemy
When I was broke and no one cared, no one was askin' for me
And now my diamonds VVS they act like family to me
Aye it cost to be alive, well this that land of the free
I had to learn to ball alone cause no one passed it to me
Now I could pay a couple dollars they'll blast it for me
Now every time I say a word I could demand me a fee
They'll kill for these dead folks that's all in my pocket
I used to never skip a beat to the bag, now I'm joggin'
Let the bullshit walk, let the bag do the talkin'
'Know this shit I'll never need it, I be itching to cop it
Ayy, flip a coin, heads or tails what it land on
Mother nature, life's a bitch with a grandma
Without them stripper bitches then who else throw these bands on?
The money fit the picture, I'm just holdin' the camera
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