Get Outta Here

Yeah, Brolic shit, brolic shit n*gga
Billionaire rap, n*gga
Aye yo, aye yo

The ring is nine carats up, imma slut for bucks
Success is it par, now boo, what's up?
Countin' and creepin', buried money, I smoke frequent
Pope with a dope, you know would beat me kid
You Played the vesses in the S'es
My shooter named Jerome with Louis on restin,' lived successfully
Flying and puffing, the steering wheel cushion comfy
My pullers up, n*ggas would slump me
Still, we at the Mirage, seven suitcases is nothin'
My bitch can go here, she do the huntin' yo
Rob a few birds and skate with some ones, we bluntin'
These little trick n*ggas, watch who you front with
Playing 'Cedes in the 'Cedes
Gleamin' with the navy blue straddlers from Orchard to Black Macy's
Funds is monstrous, few grenades
We forty drinkers, no chasers
Up in sensation, on vacation
And lampin', shades down
Peace to my n*ggas, all caged down
With deblishment around, I'm sending sage out
Grass is greener, the glass is cleaner
Dirty fingernails with guns fresh out of Medina
Tams in gooses
The old school version of the cool kids who stay strapped and trapped where the tools live
Party where the jewels give it
Trunk loads of PCP, we sending this fucking message to DC!

It's like I'm stuck in that bill bill
Confidential bodies in the projects over homi's who got spilled
Gold tassels, call my shooters the little rascals
Got spanky, he fell for stymie for me to clap you
Automatic floors that spread apart
Emerald couches they get raised with suede look better dark
Welcome to disco, pinky ring poppin' like Crisco
Marketing cocaine cookies calling it Nabisco
Cigarette lighters in pool halls
A bad bitch, an old jukebox playing that Lou Rawls
Nicky Barnes dope gets stretched out
Heroine addicts that OD, and still putting the rest out
Cotton club money, gaters is gummy, Dustin' off Donna Summers' LPs
Ali Fraizer tickets in gold plaques
Bruce Lee tenth-degree blackbelt actor auction cost a hundred and 12 Gs