Black Market
If I told you my love is a drug
Would you be rolling me up
And keep me inside of your lungs
Or would you be dialing 9-1-1
What are you scared
I told you, you shoulda be prepared
Your money is no good in here
Get-get it, get-get it, cling, cling
And I told you that I'm worth it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I told you that I'm worth it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Paper all on my name
I got paper all on my name
On that boulevard that I hang
Love it, love it underground
Why, try
To find love like mine
When you know it's one of a kind (I say)
Why, try
To find love like mine
When you know you'll only find it on a
Bla-a-a-ack market
Bla-a-a-ack market
On a bla-a-a-ack market
On a bla-a-a-ack, black market
If I told you my love is a gun
Would you get all of your people to run?
Or maybe we can have a little fun
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Baby, now you can't keep me at your heel
Just put your bullet inside of my clip
Honey, there's blood up inside of this watch
Nobody hang, hang, hang like we
And I told you that I'm worth it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
And I told you that I'm worth it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Paper all on my name
I got paper all on my name
On that boulevard that I hang
Love it, love it underground
Why, try
To find love like mine
When you know it's one of a kind (I say)
Why, try
To find love like mine
When you know you'll only find it on a
Bla-a-a-ack market
Bla-a-a-ack market
On a bla-a-a-ack market
On a bla-a-a-ack, black market
Bla-a-a-ack market
Bla-a-a-ack market
On a bla-a-a-ack market
On a bla-a-a-ack, black market
Hoping baby wanna ride
I know she's hoping that I'm rich
I feel her digging through my pockets
Hope she's blinded by my wrists
Take her to an island
Tattoo love across the eyelids
Get addicted, she can't fight it
Roll my weed and she light up
Pull my car around, they park it
Split my switches in the carpet
Tryin' to feel like this is awkward
To the spot, go on and suck it
What's the topic, bet I profit
Picture perfect, gonna crop it
Easy G, I'm spittin' knowledge
When I get it and I got it
The black market
Bla-a-a-ack market
Bla-a-a-ack market
On a bla-a-a-ack market
On a bla-a-a-ack, black market (market)
Would you be rolling me up
And keep me inside of your lungs
Or would you be dialing 9-1-1
What are you scared
I told you, you shoulda be prepared
Your money is no good in here
Get-get it, get-get it, cling, cling
And I told you that I'm worth it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I told you that I'm worth it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Paper all on my name
I got paper all on my name
On that boulevard that I hang
Love it, love it underground
Why, try
To find love like mine
When you know it's one of a kind (I say)
Why, try
To find love like mine
When you know you'll only find it on a
Bla-a-a-ack market
Bla-a-a-ack market
On a bla-a-a-ack market
On a bla-a-a-ack, black market
If I told you my love is a gun
Would you get all of your people to run?
Or maybe we can have a little fun
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Baby, now you can't keep me at your heel
Just put your bullet inside of my clip
Honey, there's blood up inside of this watch
Nobody hang, hang, hang like we
And I told you that I'm worth it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
And I told you that I'm worth it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Paper all on my name
I got paper all on my name
On that boulevard that I hang
Love it, love it underground
Why, try
To find love like mine
When you know it's one of a kind (I say)
Why, try
To find love like mine
When you know you'll only find it on a
Bla-a-a-ack market
Bla-a-a-ack market
On a bla-a-a-ack market
On a bla-a-a-ack, black market
Bla-a-a-ack market
Bla-a-a-ack market
On a bla-a-a-ack market
On a bla-a-a-ack, black market
Hoping baby wanna ride
I know she's hoping that I'm rich
I feel her digging through my pockets
Hope she's blinded by my wrists
Take her to an island
Tattoo love across the eyelids
Get addicted, she can't fight it
Roll my weed and she light up
Pull my car around, they park it
Split my switches in the carpet
Tryin' to feel like this is awkward
To the spot, go on and suck it
What's the topic, bet I profit
Picture perfect, gonna crop it
Easy G, I'm spittin' knowledge
When I get it and I got it
The black market
Bla-a-a-ack market
Bla-a-a-ack market
On a bla-a-a-ack market
On a bla-a-a-ack, black market (market)
Credits
Writer(s): Josef Erich Zawinul
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