Richter Scale
If you see me at the bank you kno I'm stacking up mills
If you see me wid a strap you know I'm bout to make a kill
If you see me full ah cash you kno I'm bout to pay da bill
If you see me wid a bag I'm bout to light a joint and chill
First ting as mi wake about fi light up a j
Only ting dats on my mind is smoke weed all day
If you looking real close you can always see dat red in my eye
Bloodshot light it up you kno it's time to get high
Her head lift off like NASA she seh mi ting up
She trynna be my baby mama I ain't trynna get stuck
Fuck it in di back ah di truck mi turn on di AC
Hot box purple skunk mi have more purple dan KC
Always hit dat shit wid a rubber on be careful not to hit it raw
Follow dat shit just like it's law I buss my kids all in her jaw
I hit it once den I cut her off like saw Now she blowing up my phone I told dat bitch hell Naw
Hell nah I ain't looking back
Mi wuk hard fi mi wins dats why mi get dem back to back
Mi wuk hard fi mi tings dats why I'm ballin' like I'm Shaq
I'm bout to break di Richter Scale di way di shit goin' crack
Decked out in all black dreadlocks I ain't Kodak
Tennis shoes on call dat Novak I'm sippin' on cognac
If you trynna contact me you betta kno dat
I got contract killaz dat will merk you in a throwback
Jersey no computers I got more Macs
I got shooters ready to kill and can't no one control dem
Whenever I call my hits you know can't nobody kno dat
I drive around in foreign whips that got more horsepower than bojack
Speeding in the fast lane drop top Ferrari
Took the exit bout to pick up shawty we about to have a party
Million dollars cash on me Wells Fargo
Everyday I'm smokin' on grass high like kilamanjaro
Satellite Claro ah high grade me ah bun it nuh mek yuh feel paro
It mek yuh see all inna tomorrow and it good fi tek weh all yuh sorrows
And ah wah yuh seh yuh waan money fi borrow
Hell naw hell nah mi wuk hard fi mi wins dats why mi get dem back to back
Mi wuk hard fi mi tings dats why I'm ballin' like I'm Shaq
I'm bout to break di Richter Scale di way di shit goin' crack
Decked out in all black dreadlocks I ain't Kodak
Big stunna MOB for life Dom rich niggaz
Real Muhhfukin Gz
If you see me wid a strap you know I'm bout to make a kill
If you see me full ah cash you kno I'm bout to pay da bill
If you see me wid a bag I'm bout to light a joint and chill
First ting as mi wake about fi light up a j
Only ting dats on my mind is smoke weed all day
If you looking real close you can always see dat red in my eye
Bloodshot light it up you kno it's time to get high
Her head lift off like NASA she seh mi ting up
She trynna be my baby mama I ain't trynna get stuck
Fuck it in di back ah di truck mi turn on di AC
Hot box purple skunk mi have more purple dan KC
Always hit dat shit wid a rubber on be careful not to hit it raw
Follow dat shit just like it's law I buss my kids all in her jaw
I hit it once den I cut her off like saw Now she blowing up my phone I told dat bitch hell Naw
Hell nah I ain't looking back
Mi wuk hard fi mi wins dats why mi get dem back to back
Mi wuk hard fi mi tings dats why I'm ballin' like I'm Shaq
I'm bout to break di Richter Scale di way di shit goin' crack
Decked out in all black dreadlocks I ain't Kodak
Tennis shoes on call dat Novak I'm sippin' on cognac
If you trynna contact me you betta kno dat
I got contract killaz dat will merk you in a throwback
Jersey no computers I got more Macs
I got shooters ready to kill and can't no one control dem
Whenever I call my hits you know can't nobody kno dat
I drive around in foreign whips that got more horsepower than bojack
Speeding in the fast lane drop top Ferrari
Took the exit bout to pick up shawty we about to have a party
Million dollars cash on me Wells Fargo
Everyday I'm smokin' on grass high like kilamanjaro
Satellite Claro ah high grade me ah bun it nuh mek yuh feel paro
It mek yuh see all inna tomorrow and it good fi tek weh all yuh sorrows
And ah wah yuh seh yuh waan money fi borrow
Hell naw hell nah mi wuk hard fi mi wins dats why mi get dem back to back
Mi wuk hard fi mi tings dats why I'm ballin' like I'm Shaq
I'm bout to break di Richter Scale di way di shit goin' crack
Decked out in all black dreadlocks I ain't Kodak
Big stunna MOB for life Dom rich niggaz
Real Muhhfukin Gz
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Writer(s): Dominic Pagon
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