Donna Karen

Lyrics

[These lyrics are intentionally locked and left partial due to a DMCA takedown request. Please do not edit the lyrics to include the removed sections.] [Intro: Mach-Hommy] [Verse 1: Mach-Hommy] [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Never... Ayo, you know me, I'm making money in my sleep On the cot dreaming, it's sly being free Then I woke up, to a nigga getting poked up The nigga throwing up blood, CO like, "so what?" Thirty seconds 'till mail call, I think wifey sent a package Closed my cell, I put the ratchet in my mattress Next at the microwave I'm making fried rice with Pepsi in it At the summer league, creased tans, the waves spinning I bet three books of stamps, we beat them niggas by ten We beat them niggas by thirty, yo, Worthy you got another visit I'm on the dance floor eating chicken wings, taking pictures I never wish to see the feds again, never The nigga forty got another seven, no PSI mean you telling Another story by another felon (Ha) You selling us dreams, but I copped that in counterfeit (But I copped that counterfeit)