Big money

Hey neighbour! We're you going?
Bia Bia, mia mio a vida loco
Shit, money over flowing
And thats a little cocoa
Not a grandstand
Yo Littles man
My Rosaries in my hand
Fuck a gun ban
I'm chilling hard with my girl
Plus check the people he in sync with
My Hot Girl, and yo Hot Girl
Serious wit a wish, break limbs for a fifth
You shouldn't trust that bitch, that bitch will get you hit
I never really been one to claim no coast
For real clog they neck up, how we do it
And Lord Mike, getting the gwop for Ghost
Semi automatics with the infereds on 'em
But otherwise, I don't sleep
With those lyrics?! Huh, I laugh at them
And the pigs are deep
Supreme Clientele on the blocks
Drive my car don't make me laugh
Like being locked in a box
This is what we're going through
She wanna suck it in public
Get high when I want
The hip hop president of this republic
Braggadacio should just be a font
Leave you open minded nigga wit no brains
Use your head for more than a hat rack
Got the game on lock like shackles and chains
Becuase my labels gave me flack money had my back
Cube and Mack 10, but we two Mexicans
Neon glow car, chain around the license plate
Used like a pawn by these white North Americans
I have mystical powers I perform any fete
And fuck every mothafuckin body, crazy.. city.. bitch
You just got lucked up and caught jewel winter
This the future bitch watch me suit your stitch
Tha game I locked it, nobody else can enter