No Ceilings

Lyrics

[Intro] Check, check, check, check Yeah Yeah, bitch, let me light my blunt back up, yeah Ugh El Presidente Yeah [Verse 1] Money, pussy, weed Tryin' to see how much paper the bank teller can bring Hope every blunt strong, I hope every cup clean I hope every single song make the money counter ding Dead friends, dead friends, RIP 'Cause all these pussy niggas always hatin' on a G A fetish for the feta, mozzarella, cheddar, cheese And for Christmas, I might buy myself a Glock Seventeen Dead men, dead men next to me 'Cause all these dead presidents is bustin' out my jeans I got it out the muscle in a circle full of thieves If they disrespect the crown, they do not deserve a thing Damn shame, yeah, 'cause niggas want my old hoes And they'll tell you no remote can control hoes Bitches know that I'm the one, like four fours Call this shit "hockey rink," 'cause the flow cold (Yeah) They say to crawl before you walk, but still I run it up And use the money counter 'til the money counter jammin' up If it stack, then stand it back to back until they done enough And where we from, they slide broad day, while the sun is up, gang You in the game, but you no starter My bitch screamin' at a player, like Coach Carter Every time I got betrayed, it made me go harder And I ball every day like the fourth quarter [Break] Bitch, bitch [Verse 2] I keep them away like I got leprosy Chopper right next to me, loaded up with pepper seeds Got the extra clip but that's only for my especiallys, yeah, ugh And you are talkin' to the President If she is not elite, then she can't walk up in my residence Hit me in advance so I can see how booked my schedule is I fuck with bad bitches: That's my only preference [Break] Haha, bitch Ugh And this is... Ugh, yeah [Verse 3] This is especially for y'all Disrespect the game, I can't expect the referee to ball Swallow your voice, make a nigga ride with the torch 'Cause the fakest niggas ride with the torch I'ma prolly die old, prolly die in the Porsche And if you stand over my body, I'll haunt you, of course, yeah No ice, but she still wan' chill I rock Bathing Apes 'cause I'm from the jungle for real, bitch [Outro] Yeah, ugh Yeah, let me light my blunt back up, yeah Ugh, Knox on the beat, let it knock Yeah, President Bitch Two T