CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : To Be Frank
Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yo
Smoke my blunt in peace, n***a rest in peace
Got a, plug overseas, b*t*h overseas
If you ain't talking money, please don't talk to me
If you ain't talking money, please don't talk to me (Yeah)
Know Jake, man, he Jewish with the paper
So you know the new crib got a couple acres
And my new Benz had to go and get the face lift
'Cause my b*t*h say she wanna f**k where it's spacious
Look, I don't even listen to the rap sh*t
I just, bump Frank Sinatra
'Cause my daddy was a OG, you feel me?
F**k you talkin' 'bout? Make a blind hoe feel me
Activate, activate, yeah
Forty two, forty two, big four twos on the neck
Yeah n***as ain't a threat, gotta 'em pressed (Yeah)
Been a little menace since my mama been stressed, that's a flex
Put a rock on my girl hand, she the best
Run the city in my slops and a vest
Hit the beams like a motherf**kin' X-Man
F**k the secretary while she signing out my cheques, man
Not a sprint, it's a marathon and I'm gone (Yeah)
Banging on my chest, baby
Got a motherf**kin' [?] like the saying they came to innovate
N***as came to immolate
Realest n***a 'til I degenerate
Yeah yeah man, f**k 'em
I had to son 'em, I had to bun 'em, there's no one like him
The most flyest, the Royal highness
Shine, hit combo-combo like Street Fighter
Then I...
Smoke my blunt in peace, n***a rest in peace
Got a, plug oversea, b*t*h oversea
If you ain't talking money, please don't talk to me (To me)
If you don't talk to money, please don't talk to me (Yeah)
Yeah yeah
Yeah yo
Smoke my blunt in peace, n***a rest in peace
Got a, plug overseas, b*t*h overseas
If you ain't talking money, please don't talk to me
If you ain't talking money, please don't talk to me (Yeah)
Know Jake, man, he Jewish with the paper
So you know the new crib got a couple acres
And my new Benz had to go and get the face lift
'Cause my b*t*h say she wanna f**k where it's spacious
Look, I don't even listen to the rap sh*t
I just, bump Frank Sinatra
'Cause my daddy was a OG, you feel me?
F**k you talkin' 'bout? Make a blind hoe feel me
Activate, activate, yeah
Forty two, forty two, big four twos on the neck
Yeah n***as ain't a threat, gotta 'em pressed (Yeah)
Been a little menace since my mama been stressed, that's a flex
Put a rock on my girl hand, she the best
Run the city in my slops and a vest
Hit the beams like a motherf**kin' X-Man
F**k the secretary while she signing out my cheques, man
Not a sprint, it's a marathon and I'm gone (Yeah)
Banging on my chest, baby
Got a motherf**kin' [?] like the saying they came to innovate
N***as came to immolate
Realest n***a 'til I degenerate
Yeah yeah man, f**k 'em
I had to son 'em, I had to bun 'em, there's no one like him
The most flyest, the Royal highness
Shine, hit combo-combo like Street Fighter
Then I...
Smoke my blunt in peace, n***a rest in peace
Got a, plug oversea, b*t*h oversea
If you ain't talking money, please don't talk to me (To me)
If you don't talk to money, please don't talk to me (Yeah)
