Tekst piosenki
Money be the root of all evil
This just the prequel that leads to a sequel
Get a Grammy and then fuck some illegals
So you mean , one day,God ima meet you
But for now ima chill blow a smoke
Reminisce it was all that she wrote
Smile on my face, people live with a hope
You only live to die, im expecting to grow
I’m expecting to know
New casters expecting some snow
Disrespecting your home
Im inspecting like ima inspector
Detective like i was selecting your hoes
Oh yes i know !
We only rock diamonds and gold. platinum my clothes, i’m cracking the code
So pass me the smoke then i blow . 20 below. oh yes im cold
And im making green. piccolo
Thats destiny . bad bitches wanna lay up next to me
And then question me about the drugs im referencing
Cause she gargling, no Listerine
And i don’t claim hoes unless they fit for me
So when you missin me, its’ a mystery
You telling me time gone repeat like history
Well im out this bitch, no injury
And that’s cool , cause i’m cool
In the back of a lac real smooth
In the cab with a tap of the weed
Get the view of the scene
Then i prolly hit snooze
I’m sleep in the passenger seat. with a bag of the tree’s
Tearing stems off the seeds, and i don’t even drink
But she pass it to me, and she bad as can be
And she passed it to me
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