you know nothing.. .. I was trippin very high during more than a year straight, a delirium that diserves a development like star wars universe.. one of those two rappers was the owner of humanity legs yes I would have to use his legs.. which would become a debt
Rio Now we can talk some shit ChaseTheMoney! ChaseTheMoney! Now we can talk some shit (damn!) Now we can talk some shit (Z Money) Now we can talk some shit [Verse 1: Z Money] Just ate a box of poptarts, drunk and fucked up off this wockhardt Beat it down, now rerock it, the kitchen smell like fart fart Sellin' blow on Lowlist got me hustlin' in my Carhartt Lil' bitch don't make my dick hard I really don't wanna pay y'all Got killas just like Adolf I'm workin', cannot layoff I swear this shit gon' pay off (True) Hit out the park like "he gone" Z-Money make the playoffs Talkin' bout them bricks on each song I hurt his feelings, he wrong I'm a dope boy got my beep on Mercedes what I see most Smokin' big bongs just like Cheech Chong I came in with my heat on [Break: Valee'] Now we can talk some shit [Verse 2: Valee'] Y'ves Saint Laurent bookbag on my back Don't look back, crack the roof back Shop at Fogo de Chao, bitch, not Outback 'Sace foot slides, matte black Fashion, peacoat cost 12, 13 Small block, out back, plastic dip coupe No clear coat, use my phone, start that Bitch start fussin', I'm like 'ho, don't start that' Super sport with frog eyes Doubleparked at Five Guys Hope you don't run up, bitch, I'll toe-tag you Shoot you five times, Christian Louboutins sneaks Five racks, lean was gone, refill that Flow mad sticky, spill that Louis Vuitton print wallet hanging From my garment, by cuban link
