Fuck the Feds, I’ma make my money take a leap
I’ma take a flight, bring it back for the cheap
‘Cause nothing shakin’ here but the leaves in the trees
Got a bitch in the jungle smashin’ leaves with her feet
Just to stay up, coca leaves in her teeth
And she chew it like it’s gum
Gotta see it to believe
What a wicket web we weave when we learn to deceive
And the apple don’t ever fall far from the tree
Fixin’ up a key with my re-rock machine
If you need me to cook it
I’ma whip it up free
All the junkies know me
Used to keep they ID
And the outside cold but the boy got heat
Tractor trailer jumpin’ out the freight like, “Beep”
This ain’t a mixtape, all my bricks cost a fee
I-20, Gucci Mane, bitch get out the way
I go Luda with the bows
I can throw ’em from the Bay
It’s cold outside
That money warm me
I brought an army ’cause a nigga try to harm me
For Christmas, Mom got me the London Fogs
So many felonies, I still can’t go to London
A quarter mill’ and I went to Montreal
He just a nigga rappin’, I’m a hustler
Gettin’ cocky and my wrist gettin’ rockier
All the snow got ’em watchin’ with binoculars
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