I Can Make You Rich
Berner; Freeze
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It's a mystery to me
So majestic, yet electrical age I see
It's a mystery to me
So majestic, yet electrical age I see
Here is a melody for you
Not of white and not of blue
Let me hum it home to you
To sing, to dance, to love, to sing
Yeah, uh
I watch them sell their soul to the Devil
So dope on a whole 'nother level
Now I'm back on my toes
I keep my kush rolled up and my Rosรฉ cold
I like them sloppy drunk bitches right after my show
You see I'm ballin' baby, and I ain't never had a single out
Fuck with me, I can make you rich, flyest weed around
Fuck Nino Brown, bitch I'm Felix Mitchel
I'm the bullet in the coldest killer's pistol
You're the body in the body bag 'cause you're dead to me
Can't forget that punk shit daddy said to me
Pink bottles, blue pills, new kicks, two chicks with me
And they ready for some new dick and it make they tube sick
Fuck 'em, I'ma ball 'til I die, you know I be hustlin'
Everywhere I go, everyone around me, they got somethin'
That'll take your top off like my roof when I'm stuntin'
Smokin' somethin' you ain't never seen
These Xanny bars and liquor got me feelin' like a king
Hundred round magazine
When I pull up to the parking lot
Yeah we got the valet lookin' like a car show
And these groupie bitches talk the talk
But let's see what they 'bout when we get 'em back home
Yellow bones, white bitches
Asian chicks with blonde hair gettin' high with us
Top floor, Bellagio, yellow fin carpaccio
Everything I do is big, look what I brought to smoke
OG Kush and a quarter pound of cookie
All I do is get money out these bitches' pussy
Hard ball power, ain't no bullshit in my baggie
High class hookers and they're callin' me daddy, trust me
Here is a melody for you
Not of white and not of blue
Let me hum it home to you
To sing, to dance, to love, to sing
White album, white mink, damn this boy is white hot
Bitch I got that Amber Rose jumpin' out the damn pot
White gold settings with white stones, I am home
Lookin' like Boss Hog clippin' cigars, I'm gone
Bitches on my iPhone tellin' me they love me but they love me not
If you love me, hide this in your twat, ah
Master of the universe, He-Man, Battle Cat
Man I got them Orcos blowin' 'em out my Cadillac
Catch me down in Houston with Randy whippin' up fire tracks
Disrespect me with that counterfeit, where my iron at?
I ain't talkin' golfin', I leave you sleepin' with dolphins
Believe me I'm eatin' often, I'm the rap Bono
And he a car note, meet me with my scratch pronto
Currency Americano, just follow the smell of marijuano
With a couple famous bitches y'all know
My flow so dope, I feel like I hit the lotto
Closet full of semi-autos, garage with exotic autos
It's time to do it like it's no tomorrow
Eat 'til it's no meat left, nigga you know that he fresh
Nigga fuck your money 'cause you can't afford to cheat death