Print

[Verse 1 (Loe Pesci)] It ain't international money, that's where the ball drops, We keepin' all kind paper like cigar shops, Catch me at the light, the evidence is long gone.. You gon' pass before your engine start like a car wash, Assembly line rappers ain't conveying nothing It ain't a paper chase discussion, I aint be saying something Paint a portrait of him when they hate but they trust him, Praise and make them love him; who got paid and made the budget, Where yall flyin' to players?, career out in Nantucket? Odds are you wont make it, like your damn luggage But its nothing; overhead on stolen meds The snake on a plane, cobra head to her open legs, Mess with the nicest, you never seen low ('lo) tags on sedatives like this, Kush got elephantitis, cross over states like a federal crisis, Consider several indictments; thats one Hell of a price list, No one's business in the booth, if your chest were the mic is, Make you light up your own mouth like uncle fester's invited [Verse 2 (Billz)] What's a chain of command if it ain't polished? Kept it all connected like my name Vonage Letras de cancionesFair trade I made gains off of straight commas Here's a penny for they thoughts, I hate coppers Try my remedy. supply like Genovese No discussion, had them buzzin like Jeopardy The high was so heavenly, that it blew they mind like Kennedy Now they eyes red like the devil be Peep the script, yall don't need to see doctors And 80's baby, hit em with the green monsters Got an Entourage; of course I see Drama Yall are only mobbin' when you eat pasta That ain't my pedigree, that's false identity Look, 36 zips is an entity Question is do you want the sniff or the Katamine Or do you want pounds of the evergreen; in Vac bags Shit, since you entrance to hear the hash tag, Ironic how the primo in a trash bag... Lowertown [Verse 3 (Ca$htro)] Just to think, this ain't even my prime Flow is like a shrine, illegal crime Fly as shit and asian models doing lines And there's a thin line between on and off, Cause when you on you got friends, when you off you got probs I been looking for a job and I found one in the hustle Going O.D hard, hoop dreams like Arthur A.E Ballin' blowin' 'Guy (Jean-Guy) and the scouts gon' notice me, Ca$htro, yeah I bag the game like groceries Triple B, Mason Jar gang, eat like we 'sposed to b Smokin' presidential, nah, I don't need no voters please Just need to calm his dogs as analog quotes D, Why these lil niggas swag soak me? And I don't get mad, we be actually flattered You can bootleg but never get down the pattern, Dreamcasted shooters you never get found Sega Saturn Desperado shit, signing off like Banderas Young habanera in a all white Panamara Ca$htro Montanada From Letras Mania