[Verse 1: Goodz]
Ten dollars an hour just ain't enough to live
Might gamble and go to jail, fuck up big
Pops left, glad my mother love her kids
They say a woman can't make a man, well my mother did
And a damn good one, I'm talkin' something big
When it's beef I don't grill I'm tryin' to touch her rib
And I got the sauce to do it (Uh)
New panoramic Porsche to prove it
Your block, I bring coffins to it
Come between me and this green, ain't got the floss to do it
(Flex!)
You looking at King Kong playing ping pong
With these wack rap niggas with theme songs, dream on
I keep faculties on a green foreign
Paint it yellow and green, it look like peas and cream corn
This is effortless, same time recklessness
Trip nigga check a chick, I just checked the chick
Her man come then them texts will spark
And I don't' ask nothing, why question marks?
You ain't gotta like the artist but respect the art
Cuz if we both strike together we could catch a spark
What are you, wired up? Trying to figure out where the drugs are kept?
Well live wires never tell where the plugs connect
Would you rather? Love, respect?
I would say love but I love respect
Getting cash now, you would call the shots but got to be smart
Cuz we was taught to kill up cash cows before the beef start
You gangbang high blunt, that heat spark
Pump all the blood you want, you still need heart
Yeah, you still need heart
Can't start the drive without it, that's the key part
Bronx nigga 'til they bury me there
Grew up on one rule: never be scared
Let it rain money, I'll just get up and catch it
I'm good, dog, I can make the coke sit up and backflip
Never trust them, I ain't got shit for them bastards
ATM what? I just lift up my mattress
Don't need a Bank in America, that's y'all dough
I'm trying to chase some mail, as well as a Fargo
Still, never have love for the money
Cuz if you do, it'll make you act bug for the money
My daughter said "Daddy, I want a tub full of money"
Gave her a debit card, now learn how to budget your money
(Yeah)
I've been icing all week
Gucci flip flops and some Michael Kors tees
Standby to be fly, I'm the shit for life
Nigga you fly where? You musta missed your flight
When it all gone, don't want to see a brick in sight
If I knew you for some time, you get a different price
Treat it like a bad kid, you got to whip it right
Imagine chopping up a brick with a kitchen knife
I'm talking real raps, raps off the dome
Rappers coming off stations singing raps off they phone
Like what the fuck we do that at?
Look at me, nigga, real rap back
Yeah, half a gallon, I'm the man
If you broke, you just wouldn't understand
So they made a different cloth when they cut mine
Tough guys don't act tough with the tough guys
Don't like the seats, I told the dealer to gut mine
Cuz I'ma eat, I'll be walking with that tray like it's lunchtime
Yeah, they used to call me Fatso (Huh)
Let my pockets stay fat so
If you get it all the way up and throw it back slow
To sip some Remy Ma and get acquainted with this fat Joe
I'm in a coupe bumpin' Punisher
Your ice really violate me, I will punish ya
Yeah, let my little goonies come for ya
We decorate your frame, I'll move around your furniture
All these rappers talking bars, I'm like bars what?
I'm in the street dodging bars, cups, cops, police, pigs, rats
It's hard not to squeeze these big gats
I'm telling ya, nigga start telling, it ain't no helping ya
Put a shell in your back, I'll Donatello ya
Worker come up short, I won't yell at ya
Just demote him to Knicks, I'll Carmelo ya
Handgun with a scope, you've never seen that?
When you all the way up, you got to lean back
And make plans on how to keep that green stacked
And nine to five, I was asking where the fiends at
If you still so cracked, nigga, you washed up
I was bathing it letting that crack wash up
Letting soft white turn into some hard stuff
Deceit's but a soft white, my nigga, get your cards up
Half a gallon, I'm the man
If you broke, you just wouldn't understand
Free Easy
Ten dollars an hour just ain't enough to live
Might gamble and go to jail, fuck up big
Pops left, glad my mother love her kids
They say a woman can't make a man, well my mother did
And a damn good one, I'm talkin' something big
When it's beef I don't grill I'm tryin' to touch her rib
And I got the sauce to do it (Uh)
New panoramic Porsche to prove it
Your block, I bring coffins to it
Come between me and this green, ain't got the floss to do it
(Flex!)
You looking at King Kong playing ping pong
With these wack rap niggas with theme songs, dream on
I keep faculties on a green foreign
Paint it yellow and green, it look like peas and cream corn
This is effortless, same time recklessness
Trip nigga check a chick, I just checked the chick
Her man come then them texts will spark
And I don't' ask nothing, why question marks?
You ain't gotta like the artist but respect the art
Cuz if we both strike together we could catch a spark
What are you, wired up? Trying to figure out where the drugs are kept?
Well live wires never tell where the plugs connect
Would you rather? Love, respect?
I would say love but I love respect
Getting cash now, you would call the shots but got to be smart
Cuz we was taught to kill up cash cows before the beef start
You gangbang high blunt, that heat spark
Pump all the blood you want, you still need heart
Yeah, you still need heart
Can't start the drive without it, that's the key part
Bronx nigga 'til they bury me there
Grew up on one rule: never be scared
Let it rain money, I'll just get up and catch it
I'm good, dog, I can make the coke sit up and backflip
Never trust them, I ain't got shit for them bastards
ATM what? I just lift up my mattress
Don't need a Bank in America, that's y'all dough
I'm trying to chase some mail, as well as a Fargo
Still, never have love for the money
Cuz if you do, it'll make you act bug for the money
My daughter said "Daddy, I want a tub full of money"
Gave her a debit card, now learn how to budget your money
(Yeah)
I've been icing all week
Gucci flip flops and some Michael Kors tees
Standby to be fly, I'm the shit for life
Nigga you fly where? You musta missed your flight
When it all gone, don't want to see a brick in sight
If I knew you for some time, you get a different price
Treat it like a bad kid, you got to whip it right
Imagine chopping up a brick with a kitchen knife
I'm talking real raps, raps off the dome
Rappers coming off stations singing raps off they phone
Like what the fuck we do that at?
Look at me, nigga, real rap back
Yeah, half a gallon, I'm the man
If you broke, you just wouldn't understand
So they made a different cloth when they cut mine
Tough guys don't act tough with the tough guys
Don't like the seats, I told the dealer to gut mine
Cuz I'ma eat, I'll be walking with that tray like it's lunchtime
Yeah, they used to call me Fatso (Huh)
Let my pockets stay fat so
If you get it all the way up and throw it back slow
To sip some Remy Ma and get acquainted with this fat Joe
I'm in a coupe bumpin' Punisher
Your ice really violate me, I will punish ya
Yeah, let my little goonies come for ya
We decorate your frame, I'll move around your furniture
All these rappers talking bars, I'm like bars what?
I'm in the street dodging bars, cups, cops, police, pigs, rats
It's hard not to squeeze these big gats
I'm telling ya, nigga start telling, it ain't no helping ya
Put a shell in your back, I'll Donatello ya
Worker come up short, I won't yell at ya
Just demote him to Knicks, I'll Carmelo ya
Handgun with a scope, you've never seen that?
When you all the way up, you got to lean back
And make plans on how to keep that green stacked
And nine to five, I was asking where the fiends at
If you still so cracked, nigga, you washed up
I was bathing it letting that crack wash up
Letting soft white turn into some hard stuff
Deceit's but a soft white, my nigga, get your cards up
Half a gallon, I'm the man
If you broke, you just wouldn't understand
Free Easy
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