Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Green Goblin, artist - Jae Millz. Date of issue: 01.01.2012
Song language: English
Green Goblin |
| One time for B.I.G |
| Wave a finger front to back |
| I ain’t gotta tell you where i’m from, you see it on my cap |
| 501's on my leg |
| Polo men on my tee |
| Jordan aint no kiddin me |
| But I keep 'em on my feet |
| I like a big ghetto booty on a P.Y.T |
| With a 5th Ave S.W.A.G |
| Something just like me |
| Buy and sell Gucci |
| I like them girls in Louis V |
| Red bottoms Lue B’s |
| Two fingers to the G’s |
| What it is, what it be |
| If you ballin' rasie ya bottom and yell «FREE TUNECHI» |
| Free, Free Tunechi |
| Till they free Tunechi |
| I’m Q-Vision in the club |
| Watch me make a movieI like girls in Louis V |
| Chorus |
| I got money |
| Money no problem |
| Love doing math |
| So it’s money I’m solving |
| Never ever stopping |
| But these niggers better copping |
| So I’m ugly with the money |
| Ugly ugly Green goblin |
| F**k them other haters cause I’m down for my n****s |
| I got money in my pockets so there’s no room for your digits |
| I be in and outta state, err’day a different place |
| And I be hittin' home runs while you still on second base |
| You boy be poppin' them bottles of Rozay, |
| F**kin' models in every single damn way |
| No offense to ugly women but I need a pretty face |
| If you skinny or eat plenty it don’t matter either way |
| Cause I’am get it, hit it, quit it then I pass you off to Jae… Millz |
| Speed racer on the track call me Hot Wheels |
| Them bullets long like fries, get a Happy Meal |
| Black Card, Red Chucks, Batman & Robin |
| Spider-man eatin' up the money, Green Goblin |
| Chorus |
| Till I die I’m uptown and dead prezzys what I’m countin' in |
| Cut milli-mountsins, n***a what you know about 'em |
| So Harlem 'till I go |
| F**k a stylist, I be stylin' |
| Comin' down 125th, paper plated drop wildin' |
| He sreamin' till it’s easy, love me or leave me |
| For New York Free Remy and for YM Free Weezy |
| Me and C. Breezy, Chubby Chuck TZ’s |
| We on that cherry carpet while you watchin' us on TV |
| Trust me I’m mountain clean, if the boy in my regime |
| On stage I’m poison, Hot Tub Time Machine |
| Yeah, Yeah |
| The all doubtin' but they favorite slouchin' |
| And all I got for these n****s is flames, douse 'em |
| Who want test me, get off the express way |
| This is not an Esther, n****s it’s an XJ |
| Swag freakin' American, tatted like an, |
| Take your ass directly to the morgue is what my chest say |
| Yes Jay, yes Jay, stunt like Harlem taught you |
| My diamonds stupid bright, Violet Ultra |
| They all counted me out |
| They thought Millz was over |
| But look who’s talkin' now mother f**k as, John Travolta |
| Chorus |
| Thanks to feel |