E Street Flow Fat Trel (Ft. Wale)

[Intro: Fat Trel]
UGH
Yeah
*Clears throat*
It's bout that time mane
Well ugh

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
I got money in my eyes, no surprise, how I'm ridin'
Rappin' all the time I'm just waitin' on my signin'
Rappers on their heels, I was trappin' while reclinin'
Wonderin' what took that boy Wale so long to find her
Mindin' my business, but all the haters in it
That's why when I'm preformin' they never want me to finish
And I'm just warmin' up, the liquor keep me replenished
My swag so different, North East significance
Rappin' got me gettin' it, chillin' on my Gilligan
Island got my wildin', and stylin', and poppin' Ritalin
Geekin' just to spit again, studio gigglin'
Laughin' at my past, and then askin' to call my bitch again
Tell her to come over in that Rover and let me hit again
Watch her legs open, that ocean where I be swimmin' in
Hopin' that the coast ain't clear, so I can open it
And let the whole city, and Maryland Virgina listen in

[Verse 2: Wale]
Tell E Street don't worry we gotta 'em
Nigga jump out lemme know if there's a problem
High tail Prada, pop my collar, son y'all nigga's ???
Pickin' up Trel on the way down bottom
??? to the Chronic ???
L.V. jeans so my posites Copper
Doin' pretty good for a nigga quit college
HUH, I'm just countin' my cottage
ROC nation, y'all know Mr. Carter
Stop hatin DC, know I got ya
MoCo too, no, a nigga ain't forgot ya
Switchin' up lanes, all black thang
Fried than a mug with some porno Dame
I don't sell drugs, but my boy got Cane
Niggas cookin' up pies like Digiorno, mane
HUH, I'mma keep a nigga off the street
So please stand for the whole North East
MoCo bang, lil G-R-E, Fat Trel'd up, A-L-E, BIOTCHH