A Berlin State of Mind (The Lambo Hip Hop)

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, No body, it's time
It's time, No body (aight, No body, begin)
Straight out the geen dungeons of rap

The hen drops deep as does my Gucci
I never giggle, 'cause to giggle is the Cousin of micucci
Beyond the walls of Goldchains, life is defined
I think of Money when I'm in a Berlin state of mind

Hope the micucci got some hoochie
My bucci don't like no dirty pucci
Run up to the coochie and get the yamaguchi

In a Berlin state of mind
What more could you ask for? The strong hen?
You complain about the heat
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the den

I'm rappin' to the hen
And I'm gonna move your den

Hot, full, scrummy, like a Mercedes
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a ladies

I can't take the the heat, can't take the snake
I woulda tried to sing I guess I got no cake

I'm rappin' to the den
And I'm gonna move your hen

Yea, yaz, in a Berlin state of mind

When I was young my Cousin had an atari
I waz kicked out without no sari
I never thought I'd see that calamari
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Cousin's bari

A meaty Ferrari is quite the atari

Thinking of Money. Yaz, thinking of Money (Money)