XYNO Clockwork Indigo (Ft. Flatbush Zombies & The Underachievers)

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott]
Wake up, thank God for my pay stub
Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
Fourty ounces by the case loads
Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto
You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed
Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll
Okay, there it go

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
If money be the dream, my nigga, stay lucid
If pussy be your hustle, mami, keep that thing juicy
While Vegas was built off the money of losers
For paper I shoot marvelous, Stanley Kubrick
Benjamin Franklin, my guardian angel
If I see Jesus, I'm taking his halo
So I can pawn it and make a few pesos
He who your starve with, your team will be stable
Pass me the OE, pass me a tab
Pass me a blunt, I won't pass that shit back
Pass me a gat and a ski mask
I click-clack, rat-tat-tat, give me that cash
Throw Diddy's check book and I'll sign an autograph
Four-seven MAC-11s and there's no limit (Body)
This is World War 3, is you ready? (Doubt it)
My wallet gon' buzz, never snooze, cuz