[Intro: Meyhem Lauren]
Yeah, uh-huh
Yo, yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
Flossin' up at Harry Rosen
I stacked fifty last week, I'm 'bout to spend a portion
Never divorcin' with this life so I'ma die in gold
I abide the code
Meanwhile, your cats divide, fold, told and got paroled
I ain't callin' you out, just cross the street where you see me
Change the channel 'fore I smack you through the TV
From half a gram to a hand-to-hand for a half a gram
Now it's trenchcoats imported from Japan and Amsterdam
I have to plan to keep it goin', life is like an escalator
You're counterfeit and I'm the marker used to test the paper
We both in the buildin', I'm on a higher floor
The bitches that y'all niggas wife, I use to test the raw
Analyze my resume before you test the water
Don't make me have to fly in shooters from across the border
Eatin' celery root and pear bisque with some rare fish
Uh, I no longer have to risk it
Chillin' in the bodega like I'm a mystic
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, you ain't never met a nigga like me in your life (Ah)
C-Os popped the lock, I'm on the yard with the knife (Ah)
Money on ya head, what's the price? What's the price?
Cooked the whole brick, kitchen ain't had no light (Ah)
We up at 1-OAK, with the pipe on (Pipe on)
The Tom Ford bomber, it was python (It was python)
My Chi-Town shooter, he a Vice Lord
Why God had to make me so nice for? (Ah)
I'm at the Luxor, the coke on the cut board
Bakin' soda, what the fuck for? The rice with the duck sauce
Gut shots'll drop his lunch off (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
He ain't dead yet? Had to blow his head the fuck off (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm in the mess hall Thursday eatin' chicken with the drug lords
Wholesale, oh well
I know they fresh off, I just seen the boat sail, Bulgari coattail (Ah)
My first gone three weeks with no shells
Been shootin' ever since, you know me well, you know me well (Brr, brr)
Yeah, uh-huh
Yo, yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
Flossin' up at Harry Rosen
I stacked fifty last week, I'm 'bout to spend a portion
Never divorcin' with this life so I'ma die in gold
I abide the code
Meanwhile, your cats divide, fold, told and got paroled
I ain't callin' you out, just cross the street where you see me
Change the channel 'fore I smack you through the TV
From half a gram to a hand-to-hand for a half a gram
Now it's trenchcoats imported from Japan and Amsterdam
I have to plan to keep it goin', life is like an escalator
You're counterfeit and I'm the marker used to test the paper
We both in the buildin', I'm on a higher floor
The bitches that y'all niggas wife, I use to test the raw
Analyze my resume before you test the water
Don't make me have to fly in shooters from across the border
Eatin' celery root and pear bisque with some rare fish
Uh, I no longer have to risk it
Chillin' in the bodega like I'm a mystic
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, you ain't never met a nigga like me in your life (Ah)
C-Os popped the lock, I'm on the yard with the knife (Ah)
Money on ya head, what's the price? What's the price?
Cooked the whole brick, kitchen ain't had no light (Ah)
We up at 1-OAK, with the pipe on (Pipe on)
The Tom Ford bomber, it was python (It was python)
My Chi-Town shooter, he a Vice Lord
Why God had to make me so nice for? (Ah)
I'm at the Luxor, the coke on the cut board
Bakin' soda, what the fuck for? The rice with the duck sauce
Gut shots'll drop his lunch off (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
He ain't dead yet? Had to blow his head the fuck off (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm in the mess hall Thursday eatin' chicken with the drug lords
Wholesale, oh well
I know they fresh off, I just seen the boat sail, Bulgari coattail (Ah)
My first gone three weeks with no shells
Been shootin' ever since, you know me well, you know me well (Brr, brr)
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