歌手:Clipse
专辑:《Til The Casket Drops》

作词 : THORNTON JR, GENE/THORNTON, TERRENCE/UNKNOWN, WRITERS
Never will it stop,
The 50 in the duffel won't crush,
It settles to the bottom like dust,
**** what ya heard,
You ain't countin' paper like us.
A million in the ceiling
I can touch.[Pusha-T:]
Go-getter.
I come from the corner like most ******,
Now from afar,
I toast ******, roast ******,
Anywhere, whichever the coast *****,
Compare me to them 2 ghost ****** -
Hail Mary.
Heart break when they tales fairy,
I kissed that girl and
I likes it, like
Kate Perry.
The tongue-tester, ****** on the corner
Juggle Os for the king, like a jester.
Child of a lesser -
God, so when
I drop the top
It's my way of feeling closer to the
Lord!Reaching for the heavens; 'till then,
I settle for the 7,30 floors upper room key, at the
Western.With her on her back, and her on her knees,
My ghetto ass trying to pronounce they dungarees.
I say Rav, they say
Roxy mon,They think it's real cute while they giving me dome.[Ab-Liva:]
Liva. Heh, the cross
I bear,So fly in that purple label cloth
I wear.No matter the cost,
I make Porsche like fear,
Every stitch, every seam, when
I floss, y'all stare.
Ferrari: 500 them horse
I tear,I circle,
I veer, y'all pause like deer
In the headlights, mami play red light, green light,
And hop that red torch
I steer.There's no
Law I've feared,
Arm glowin' like a roadside flare,
King-pin, so the soft
I shared,I carried,
I huddled,
I dared,I muscled,
I bled, I sweated,
I teared,Got crowned 'n got cheered.
You 10 Grand quarter-pound ration,
Went 36 flat, that's a asking,
Now two-thirds got it for a fraction, a cinder --
Put in the dash 'n the fender,
Dryer sheets, that cover that scent that it renders.
Never will it stop -- ever, never,
Never will it stop -- ever, never,
Never will it stop -- ever, never,
Never will it stop.
Never will it stop,
The 50 in the duffel won't crush,
It settles to the bottom like dust,
**** what ya heard,
You ain't countin' paper like us.
A million in the ceiling
I can touch.[Malice:]
And still don't nothing move but the money,
Nothing like 50 bricks, wrapped like the
Mu-mmy.With the return ensures the
Second Coming,
So tongue-numbing *****, you can bet your last.
Not a gram off either, you can bet your ass!
I stay with the fifth, since ****** want to grab,
Fassst-life, get it y'all is on the fast,
And them hos never say no, 'less they on they rag.
Louie bags,
I trick 'em with good faith,
In hopes they return the favor, with good face.
Mentally, my mind in a good place,
Wake up e'ery morning admiring landscape --
Hell, even my garage a menage,
Like my hoes exotic, same as my cars.
Million-dollar deposit, you suffer from withdrawals,
I got in the game in the bag like
I'm Clause.
Never will it stop -- ever, never,
Never will it stop -- ever, never,
Never will it stop -- ever, never,
Never will it stop.
Never will it stop,
The 50 in the duffel won't crush,
It settles to the bottom like dust,
**** what ya heard,
You ain't countin' paper like us.
A million in the ceiling
I can touch.