Piss Moët

Lyrics

[Intro] "Did you read every [?] Yeah Good, saves me the trouble [Verse 1] Ayo, all I do is exhale cookies and piss Moët Count blue Benjamin's, rock low wear, the gold neck You hoes post no thread, my shit jammin like a old Tec Crown holdin' like the logo on the Rolex Need presidents to represent like Hova in that old Lex Copped the work and stretch it like a BowFlex Show you how I whip it like a ROTEST Face the consequence, I was trappеd in that cold cell, locked, feelin' so stressеd Now when a nigga bless the mic nobody go next Overdose of dope, keep ten boots in a foe's chest Came for it all, no less, that's a fact Went from corners with packs to my raps poppin' and battle rap My style is crack, free my scrapin' trap for a violent act When you come home we got the throne, I'ma promise you that You niggas opps, never givin' you dap Always motherfuck the other side forever, I thought you knew that [Chorus] Cash rules everything Married to the game, brought the scale to the author with the weddin' ring Countin' dirty dough from the shit we was measurin' Real niggas prosper, fuck niggas'll never win Cash rules everything Married to the game, brought the scale to the author with the weddin' ring Countin' dirty dough from the shit we was measurin' Real niggas prosper, fuck niggas'll never win [Bridge] "Myself, I don't care 'cause, you know, they gotta catch me" [Verse 2] Ayo Lord like Sonny Carson On your audio spewin' arson Serve anybody like dealers on porsons Joggin' for niggas involved, the evil that man do like Charles Bronson They ain't ya homie if they hate on you when you revolvin' Keep a small circle 'cause niggas switch up often Eyes on the Judas, sturdy palm on the lochan Tryna go from ghetto to luxury car parkin' We stack money, never spend it stupid If I'm rein'-up a two quadruples what I'm recruitin' Smooth king, everything Gucci to the shoe string They fail 'cause they tell everybody before they do things Got the juice, I got supply wet Low high techs, stylin' on mics like Allen I in '96 Got the Jedi mind tricks Work the Yoda, top loaded yoppa, smellin' gun powder odor Streets been cold like a gorilla pimp shoulder In the after hours servin' rollers and smokers I buy drugs 'fore I blow money at strokers Not trickin' nor hoes, I rather flip it ten times over [Outro] Biatch!