Sound Reasons

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[YL] Uh huh, it's Triple R shit baby [Starker] Yeah, make this money, take this money Ain't no way you could take this from me Take that honey, shake that money Make that- yeah [Verse 1: Starker] Yeah yo I'm Harlem shakin' like 2003 Smokin' the rarest of drugs up on the balcony The blow'll have her ready to fuck You know my bitches rolling poison ivy I'm makin' terrible decisions with the boys behind me My uncle had the whole community before the 90s You call me grimy, you just pussy, yo I order Chinese You could find me in my 700 bubble coat I love to smoke aesthetic butter like I bubble coke I'm on some other shit From the city back to Cooper projects You do the knowledge, give me praise and pay the ruler homage Tommy Bahama, '97 maxes shoes is shinin' Ya'll niggas rhymin' 'bout promethazine and rude designers If you my dude yo that's my nigga, yeah we fam forever 400 dollars for the teddy sittin' on the sweater Get it together my hustle was like the movie Fresh n' that's movin weight like fuckin' sloppy chicks that's heavy settin' who sellin' weapons? I need Ruben blades and Mack 11's She threw it back like Moschino son She threw it back like Moschino son You know I does it dirty I'm 730 with a pretty bitch that's fuckin' early Elizabeth Hurley the god [Verse 2: Mid R Kay] I rock imported goods similar to what I smoke She ask me if I got protection like extorted hoods Music is a drug, please don't snort the hook This a art, that's a bidness don't distort the books Westin on the 10th floor fuck a mentor This the shit I'm in for and we OPEN 24 Send me more liters Don Julio tequila You a temporary trend like a fresh antiqua And I'm everlast Cassius Clay gloves You can never last, you a fake thug Know I'm sincere chillin' in my new gear Tired of playin' background this the frontier What this sound like, nothin's why I'm a pioneer 'Bout time you retire call it Paul Pierce (Hang it up) Fly women ridin' in that lift line, fuck lines yo [?] online Fall into line, spring summer's mine Fall in line bitch, I'm the realest, all time [Hook: Starker] Take this money (take this money) Make this money (make this money) Take that honey, make that yeah Make this money (make this money) Take this money (take this money) Take that honey, make that yeah [Verse 3: YL] My tongue sharper than a large razor I want paper, Remy no chaser more rhymes than Walt Frazier I spit flavor that ya'll could savor True players, the game is in my nature Check the DNA my people lost I need to wait Shorty need some sweet lovin' like Anita Bake' Pump the brakes, breakfast with the steak in it I couldn't shed a single tear at my aunt's wake Does it make me foul? You could me hate me now I lit the cigarette to think before I'm blazin' out Peace, peace my pops had the blue jeep It's young Y on point like the 2,3 Strange details, insane females She got me tight sayin' that she only eat kale Took a E-pill, couldn't keep her feet still Explicit photos that were sent to my Gmail, save 'em Beats I be lacin' like some new kicks Got niggas wonderin' like yo "Y who produced this?" I need to see yo' fuckin' hands touch the roof shit Yo who's this Y? Aye yo this beat that OPEN 24 Send me four, life's the illest metaphor Forevermore, niggas talkin' to me like we met before Shouts to 2Dope, big ups to the editor In 2016 we in it for the big faces I'm old school like Adidas with the thick laces And almost famous like Penny Lane it's all happenin' Deserve platinum between the block transactions, mad traffic The radio is all static, bad habits are hard to shake like reputations No ventilation keep the sour smoke penetratin' OPEN 24