They say a good movie need to be… (Scorsese)
But we always make a cinematic…
Bet you see something you can hear, nigger
You gonna hear this, and I’m talking about no melody
Think about that!
I’m watching you niggers! I got my own!
I know what you did last summer
Quoting me nigger, quote this!
..you niggers flew here from my real niggers
Watching my style, counting my money
What a fuck you thought I was going, huh?
Where was I supposed to go?
What a fuck you thought we was going as a matter of fact?
..we started this gangsta shit, nigger
what’s up, what’s up?
You thought money made me fall back?
Fuck that!
Who do you think started this Lamborghini shit in the middle of Harlem, nigger?
I didn’t crash enough cars to make you niggers go broke
Just can’t pay that car, no nigger!
Yeah, nigger shake them, what’s in the bank, too nigger!
You know, when you see me, it’s like a walking deposit, nigger
Cash on deck! you know what’s coming out of that cash!
No, no, no, we ain’t beefing, we ain’t beefing, we’re getting money, right?
That’s what everybody else said
What spread the love, nigger!
Cause I’ve been getting money, that’s a fact!
Ain’t nothing changed on this side, nothing!
But to hear the mother fucker counting, nigger
Oh, we’re counting
Oh, that’s hard to find
Find the old patrol in your mother fucking house nigger, and put a … bitch!
Stupid nigger, what’s up? But they’re telling me to chill
Chill for what? Chill won’t pay the bills, and we’re trying to eat
So I figure we have a feast
Sit down at the round table!
My family eating and staying true
True is loyalty, bring something to the table
True to this hustle, don’t you sit at the table
True to this money… is them against us, always
And no one in between
Don’t get caught in the crossfire…!
You niggers ain’t vamping right…
Reality is nigger we’re back!
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But we always make a cinematic…
Bet you see something you can hear, nigger
You gonna hear this, and I’m talking about no melody
Think about that!
I’m watching you niggers! I got my own!
I know what you did last summer
Quoting me nigger, quote this!
..you niggers flew here from my real niggers
Watching my style, counting my money
What a fuck you thought I was going, huh?
Where was I supposed to go?
What a fuck you thought we was going as a matter of fact?
..we started this gangsta shit, nigger
what’s up, what’s up?
You thought money made me fall back?
Fuck that!
Who do you think started this Lamborghini shit in the middle of Harlem, nigger?
I didn’t crash enough cars to make you niggers go broke
Just can’t pay that car, no nigger!
Yeah, nigger shake them, what’s in the bank, too nigger!
You know, when you see me, it’s like a walking deposit, nigger
Cash on deck! you know what’s coming out of that cash!
No, no, no, we ain’t beefing, we ain’t beefing, we’re getting money, right?
That’s what everybody else said
What spread the love, nigger!
Cause I’ve been getting money, that’s a fact!
Ain’t nothing changed on this side, nothing!
But to hear the mother fucker counting, nigger
Oh, we’re counting
Oh, that’s hard to find
Find the old patrol in your mother fucking house nigger, and put a … bitch!
Stupid nigger, what’s up? But they’re telling me to chill
Chill for what? Chill won’t pay the bills, and we’re trying to eat
So I figure we have a feast
Sit down at the round table!
My family eating and staying true
True is loyalty, bring something to the table
True to this hustle, don’t you sit at the table
True to this money… is them against us, always
And no one in between
Don’t get caught in the crossfire…!
You niggers ain’t vamping right…
Reality is nigger we’re back!
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