Money Clip Kuniva (Ft. Royce Da 5'9")

[Verse 1: Kuniva]
I'm tryna stack some money to burn
I'm sitting back, smoking cubans watching these [?] like I'm David Stern
The land of the lost, rappers get tossed
Face first in the trap
While I'm living lavish [?]
Front row at the pallace
I get my piece regardlous
As long as I can raise my hand and [?] my target
[?] eastern market
Fly as I wanna be, [?] disorderly
Aving my pistol at niggas faces like [?]
[?]
[?] could be connected to the ass you gotta kiss tomorrow
Feeling the [?] from my niggas gone
Knowning Imma see them again, I invision them sitting on a throne
Family first, fuck with them, that'll be worse
Than a person with a hemroid getting cavodies [?]
Homie this ain't the 80's, so we ain't throwing fisticuffs
Guns [?] need two people to lift them up
[?] cause rainy days are coming
I ain't tryna feel a drop of it, cause everyday is sunny
Fuck being [?], I'm chilling with honeys, pearsed tummys
[?] playboy mansion [?]
Funny how time flys
[?] drive byes
[?] with a gun on my lap, fuck the wise guys
Feeling yourself like Scarface acting hard [?]
Appear behind you like [?]
Right off the balcany [?]
Give them the world premear of [?] let the credits role
Working the night shift, [?] comador
Going harder than a final four player tryna score
So don't get caried away, [?] bitch while you sit and staring at [?]
Handle hoes like a set of plyers, [?]
[?] off in your mouth like Mariah
And I don't rock out with my cock out, that's funny shit
I rap with my strap out
I got a lot on my money clip
[?] muddy whips
[?] get you and your homie hit