Quarters

Lyrics
[Intro: Big Kahuna OG] Worldwide, worldwide Yeah, niggas know what it is Uh I thought that Anakin O-G Haha, my nigga Foisey on alert [Verse 1: Big Kahuna OG] Uh Trust, wear it in, blood out, blood in Update the ballad every win, fight song Sans Cookie carve over teachers, defying his demons Slice the bread with my brother, two box-cutters Discover snakes is into politics, genetic twist To paint this picture, I admit, is a pricey print Lovely leaf wrapped around the piff, shit that you could cure cancer with Playing poker in the Vatican, the Pope gambling, yeah I question everything, we drop gems like they heavyweight Opposite jewels in every shape Don't complain about a bitch in this game you not provided with Common Gemini with the jelly, we sip the Tiger bone Consort creators with schemes, we summarize this shit Preying on a boat, [?] Agh, truth is in the sky, seeing signs high off drug dinners Super sized blood thinners, we up [Chorus: Big Kahuna OG] "Papi, throw me quarters" and they get absorbed Got these bitches singing to me like I hit the chord My niggas tell me "Fuck a job Kahuna, go record" Why? Piff sell itself, piff sell itself "Papi, throw me quarters" and they get absorbed Got these bitches singing to me like I hit the chord My niggas tell me "Fuck a job Kahuna, go record" Why? Piff sell itself, piff sell itself [Verse 2: Fly Anakin] Yo Ay, this that, BIG FLY shit, Anakin OG My nigga keep the flame lit, I watch for the police Still lowkey, the flow flip keys, I'd never leave She fucking for shoe money, you kissing all on her feet This how my jurisdiction wrist whipping Called Wilson and [?], tell em "The roof missing" Higher than Dell, damn you feel me pimping Manual lip, you oh so simp The world is ours, logo all on the blimp The pocket rocket put a stop on your profits I'm in the cockpit scheming When I ain't talking, you niggas don't ever drop shit Yo, spin your sidekick, the season of bricks I put the lime in the coke and now they hit me a lick, you copy? This just a hobby that we picked up in the lobby Floating Nimbus, ride the smoke cloud, the cops couldn't stop me, yo Make a right right here, Harlem shake all your fears The potent preacher's still grinding your gears Flow ever clear, you niggas is weird, post-writers block 'round the clock The wave won't stop, we silence opps nigga [Outro: Fly Anakin] Word Worldwide nigga
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Credits
- Producers
- Foisey