yes sir.
hey yo.

he opens up his jacket
i open up my package
he pulls out his money
i'm pulling out that honey
he stuffs it in his mouth as soon as he took it from me
yellow teeth chapped lips and his nose is running
he lick that shit
he hit that quick
i ask if he like that shit
he smiles as if he's paying homage
he said in the back of the apartment
they would be selling gangja

this that shit that makes you wanna hustle
carry square guns shooting metal with mufflers
trunk full of cash worth a couple of duffles
so we can sit and eat a bundle of truffles

it's incredible
how i etch my plan out to be physically sound and financially stand out
teenage girls love you and models wanna fuck ya
ice-cream your way to somebody's magazine cover
so much money that the lips bring corruption