Zombies
Let me show you who the best is
In my lap where yo bitch face resting
Getting money no stressing
Got 99 problems but a bitch out of question
I'm rolling up dope counting blessings
I'm Young wild reckless
All gold on the neckless
Push the envelope until they get the message
The man in my city demand my respect
They prayed on my fall had faith in success
Shit when I flex
Hop on the beat then I leave it a mess
Bet this bag make all my ex's regret
So petty make all of my ex's upset
Revenge is the best
Spit that dope make it stretch
Let the feins do the rest
Uh
100s in the stash
Fuck the Jake's hit the gas
Hop out do the dash
Fuck boy we gone tax
Do it all for a bag
Hit the club blow a rack
Hit the block make it back
Yeah
Got it all of the muscle
All my life I had to hustle boy we came from the struggle
If I ain't eating then it's fuck you
Now they ask for me
Talk down on the kid boy that's blasphemy
I'm the one cuz ain't nothing after me
Now feel the aftermath bitch no Doctor D
I'm hood Socrates
Kill em all my philosophy
If I ain't the greatest well I'm bout to be
I'm king shit currently
I only speak currency
So if it don't make dollars then it don't make sense
Get the fuck out my face
I ain't here to make friends
I'm here to make ends
I do it all for the bend
Do it all for the Benz
I'm tryna get it
You know I got it now
I hit the scene now the show money piling
I start a mosh in this bitch
Started wiling
Gold rollie on me Don't ask what the time is
My movement timeless
I don't need me no diamonds
A king in this bitch cause I'm shining
Now you call her wifey
She calling me poppy
Drop dick in yo bitch make her look back and watch me
Blowing her up hit ignore while she top me
I drop her off and you Getting my sloppy's
I'm moving weight and the feds tryna spot me
Hate all you want you just mad cause you not me
Fuck being humble I'm better off cocky
A greaser in black I'm the new era Fonzie
Surrounded by killers that itching for bodies
Off with his head like Gaddafi
If you ain't talking bout money why the fuck is you around me put em on pause in the Lobby uh
In my lap where yo bitch face resting
Getting money no stressing
Got 99 problems but a bitch out of question
I'm rolling up dope counting blessings
I'm Young wild reckless
All gold on the neckless
Push the envelope until they get the message
The man in my city demand my respect
They prayed on my fall had faith in success
Shit when I flex
Hop on the beat then I leave it a mess
Bet this bag make all my ex's regret
So petty make all of my ex's upset
Revenge is the best
Spit that dope make it stretch
Let the feins do the rest
Uh
100s in the stash
Fuck the Jake's hit the gas
Hop out do the dash
Fuck boy we gone tax
Do it all for a bag
Hit the club blow a rack
Hit the block make it back
Yeah
Got it all of the muscle
All my life I had to hustle boy we came from the struggle
If I ain't eating then it's fuck you
Now they ask for me
Talk down on the kid boy that's blasphemy
I'm the one cuz ain't nothing after me
Now feel the aftermath bitch no Doctor D
I'm hood Socrates
Kill em all my philosophy
If I ain't the greatest well I'm bout to be
I'm king shit currently
I only speak currency
So if it don't make dollars then it don't make sense
Get the fuck out my face
I ain't here to make friends
I'm here to make ends
I do it all for the bend
Do it all for the Benz
I'm tryna get it
You know I got it now
I hit the scene now the show money piling
I start a mosh in this bitch
Started wiling
Gold rollie on me Don't ask what the time is
My movement timeless
I don't need me no diamonds
A king in this bitch cause I'm shining
Now you call her wifey
She calling me poppy
Drop dick in yo bitch make her look back and watch me
Blowing her up hit ignore while she top me
I drop her off and you Getting my sloppy's
I'm moving weight and the feds tryna spot me
Hate all you want you just mad cause you not me
Fuck being humble I'm better off cocky
A greaser in black I'm the new era Fonzie
Surrounded by killers that itching for bodies
Off with his head like Gaddafi
If you ain't talking bout money why the fuck is you around me put em on pause in the Lobby uh
Credits
Writer(s): Rob Zombie, John Tempesta, Sean Reynolds, Jay Yvenger
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