| Yeah, I put a million in the sock drawer
|
| That’s why I never got cold feet
|
| She put her face in the kilo
|
| Bitch I told you keep it lowkey
|
| Throwing money, tell her go deep (go deep)
|
| The devil buying, but they giving up they souls for free
|
| Thousand dollar aged steak, fuck my old beefs
|
| For dessert I ate your pussy with my gold teeth
|
| I was rolling, I hit her and said I think I love her
|
| By the time she hit me back I had a different number (what? wait!)
|
| All this «Purple Rain"got me thinking of her
|
| But she never satisfy like Prince’s mother
|
| Okay I’m tripping that’s the psychedelics
|
| Imagine walking on the moon and letting Micheal tell it
|
| See they don’t really care about us
|
| And they spiteful jealous
|
| Tell me why the days depress us, but the nights compels us
|
| Thought I was gone, they was wrong, they assume (assume)
|
| I guess somebody got me exhumed, you fucking doomed
|
| You silver spoon goons since they let you out the womb
|
| I rose from the tomb turned coffin to cocoon
|
| The tension so thick in the room
|
| Revenge code got you feeling like its Christmas in June
|
| And it’s sweet, reverse the roles, you be licking the spoon
|
| But you occupied with all that fucking dick you consume
|
| The flow is sassafras I had to razzamatazz the risk
|
| Immigrant, I’m what happens if Aladdin had some bricks
|
| Jasmine had a pimp
|
| Ride a magic carpet with the tints
|
| Diamonds in the rough
|
| Over pressure that I underwent
|
| In the lab again, I’m back to lapping rappers in this labyrinth
|
| I’m snapping back like Bobby Backlund
|
| Me coming back is not an accident (it's not)
|
| See I don’t ever gotta rap again
|
| Numb to it, I’m getting money just to run through it
|
| I don’t even gotta thumb through it if it come too it
|
| She hear the money and she come to it
|
| I don’t eat the pussy I just hum to it (hum to it) |