Green Man
I ain't rapping for the fuck of it
If it don't make no money I would never be in love with it
Button up your shirt and get it straight this is some other shit
Some kawabunga shit some alligator country bunker shit
Only fuck with hoes that wanna be messing with the green man
No promethazine I brought the trees I ain't the lean man
Like Willy Wonka though I got a factory to print the dough
Like Willy Wonka though I got an outfit that will shit on you I do
She roll up for me thats my gansta boo
I ain't got no time for talking I be making major moves
I be letting paper stack like I'm a lumberjack who fuck with that
I let my paper stack till its a hundred racks then blow a stack
This come up is a motherfucker, dark times
I love the way we all can hustle and all shine
Put the trees up in the rolling papers
Take a puff this for my motivators wake up feeling motivated
Green man making money for the team man
Green man I be steady making green bands
Green man mr smoking all the weed man
All you see is palm trees tropical and beach sand Greenman
What you know about it
What you know about it
Puttin work in for the team
Money talks money talks everything I know is green
And theres a lot of shit I'm noticing
Lot of people party but don't trust the peeps they rolling with
Mint be getting lots of love like a tennis tournament
But I don't talk too strangers that just might be inappropriate
I know this shit I know this shit
I'm stacking paper cause I grow this shit I grow this shit
You making music but don't own the shit got ownership
And I ain't talking cause I'm focusing, I'm focussing
They call me Minty Burns the green man
I show my city love I'm driving in a green van
I hit my people up like what the fucks the game plan
Its gang green like an episode of gangland
And fuck the fame man I'm tryna get my bread straight
I'm sick and tired of all them days I paid my rent late
I gotta push a bigger whip I need a bigger place (I'm pissed)
I give a fuck about your feelings thinking real estate
I'm feeling great and when you see me pay the
Green man making money for the team man
Green man I be steady making green bands
Green man mr smoking all the weed man
All you see is palm trees tropical and beach sand greenman
What you know about it
What you know about it
Puttin work in for the team
Money talks money talks everything I know is green
If it don't make no money I would never be in love with it
Button up your shirt and get it straight this is some other shit
Some kawabunga shit some alligator country bunker shit
Only fuck with hoes that wanna be messing with the green man
No promethazine I brought the trees I ain't the lean man
Like Willy Wonka though I got a factory to print the dough
Like Willy Wonka though I got an outfit that will shit on you I do
She roll up for me thats my gansta boo
I ain't got no time for talking I be making major moves
I be letting paper stack like I'm a lumberjack who fuck with that
I let my paper stack till its a hundred racks then blow a stack
This come up is a motherfucker, dark times
I love the way we all can hustle and all shine
Put the trees up in the rolling papers
Take a puff this for my motivators wake up feeling motivated
Green man making money for the team man
Green man I be steady making green bands
Green man mr smoking all the weed man
All you see is palm trees tropical and beach sand Greenman
What you know about it
What you know about it
Puttin work in for the team
Money talks money talks everything I know is green
And theres a lot of shit I'm noticing
Lot of people party but don't trust the peeps they rolling with
Mint be getting lots of love like a tennis tournament
But I don't talk too strangers that just might be inappropriate
I know this shit I know this shit
I'm stacking paper cause I grow this shit I grow this shit
You making music but don't own the shit got ownership
And I ain't talking cause I'm focusing, I'm focussing
They call me Minty Burns the green man
I show my city love I'm driving in a green van
I hit my people up like what the fucks the game plan
Its gang green like an episode of gangland
And fuck the fame man I'm tryna get my bread straight
I'm sick and tired of all them days I paid my rent late
I gotta push a bigger whip I need a bigger place (I'm pissed)
I give a fuck about your feelings thinking real estate
I'm feeling great and when you see me pay the
Green man making money for the team man
Green man I be steady making green bands
Green man mr smoking all the weed man
All you see is palm trees tropical and beach sand greenman
What you know about it
What you know about it
Puttin work in for the team
Money talks money talks everything I know is green
Credits
Writer(s): Mats Andersson
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