FUKK (Stan Smiths)

Lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass 12 men following me, it be the God staff move Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass 12 men following me, it be the God staff move Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass 12 men following me, it be the God staff move Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass 12 men following me, it be the God staff move Ayo [Verse] Pots breaking, reminiscent of Bacon Winchester in Canali windbreakers Five convertibles, slime, I never heard of you Murder you, Ruger shells'll leave you vertical Don't take it personal, you know it's a money thing The buggy eyed Benz money green KITH sweats, TEC hanging by the drawstring Lookout was raw fiend, Pauline My niggas said I was the illest nigga ever Now from rap, I bought my whole team Fendi leathers Me and Heem, Desert Eagles fly together Live niggas, 99 Iceberg sweater Upper echelon, we on I'm up in B Block, sell these ten caps and I'm gone B.A. cortez and Timbs Gem stars beneath they tongue stars I recommend an extra large [Chorus] I made the cash off small heads Yo, man, ain't nobody fucking with me when it come to this fly shit, man My empire all big faces This is what the fuck I do A million off another nigga block You broke bum motherfuckers thirsty, man, looking at me, man, y'all motherfuckers is hungry, man Stan Smiths, no shoelaces Y'all can't-y'all can't keep up with me, man, this shit is easy, man I made the cash off small heads You know I ain't no fuckin' rapper, man, just sound fuckin' good, though My empire all big faces I'm a Buffalo nigga, too, man, don't get that shit fucked up, man A million off another nigga block Rest in peace ChineGun Blak, man Stan Smiths, no shoelaces Free my nigga Sly My nigga Ike, my nigga 40 [Outro] The beautifulest woman I've ever seen in my life, the best champagne, Cristal, I mean, he took me out in, uh, Ferraris, Bentleys, it was the first time I really ever experienced, what money can really do