Smoke

What kinda money you make
What kinda car you drive
What kinda house you own
Cloud of smoke
Everything going up
Everything going up

What kinda money you make
What kinda car you drive
What kinda house you own
Cloud of smoke
Everything going up
Everything going up
Let it Breathe

It ain't the money I make
It ain't the car that drive
It's all fading away just like the cloud when I smoke
On that rainy day I looked up and saw the rainbow
God showed me He was faithful
I started heading to the pot of gold
I came a long way from uno
I'm so blessed
When I feel the weight pressing on me I just rest
I put that weight on my knees
Then I start working
Then it start working
Now we not working
Damn let it breathe

What kinda money you make
What kinda car you drive
What kinda house you own
Cloud of smoke
Everything going up
Everything going up
Whoa Oh



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Writer(s): Clifford Stanley
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