Oil Sheen (Grease Monkeys)

[Chorus: Boldy James]
We droping bags, counting stacks, we keep winnin'
I gotta laugh, not bad for some street niggas
We poppin' tags, rockin' premium denim
If you bought this cash, then my nigga let's get it
Drop out at 14, gettin' street money
Doin' the Charlie Sheen on these fucking grease monkeys
Got love for these streets, and these streets love me
I'm going Charlie Sheen on you fucking grease monkeys

[Verse 1: Fatboi Fresh]
I'm on five times two, with that three times three
On the joint slangin' bows like the UFC
My nigga, you can't kill, but you Crips can't see
I'm on the road doin' shows from Atlanta to Greece
So I be keepin' the peace, they be callin' me Gandh
And once I get in a door, my nigga's comin' behind me
Fuck that they marching beside me
Y'all catchin' one duck and cover
I be keepin' it gangsta, even though I fucks with the brothers
I wear my heart on my sleeves, with my chain on my neck
I put my life on the line, that's how I earn my respect
I'm the best west, yeah, I'm as dope as it get
So get the fuck out the way, or go one, cut me a check
Joe, I flow like a dog, but I be actin' a donkey
Might be fat, might be ugly, but all I pretty ones want
And Joe, these moes swear they gettin' money, that's a leech dummy
I'm in that old school, stuntin' on these grease monkeys

[Chorus: Boldy James]
We droping bags, counting stacks, we keep winnin'
I gotta laugh, not bad for some street niggas
We poppin' tags, rockin' premium denim
If you bought this cash, then my nigga let's get it
Drop out at 14, gettin' street money
Doin' the Charlie Sheen on these fucking grease monkeys
Got love for these streets, and these streets love me
I'm going Charlie Sheen on you fucking grease monkeys

[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Me and my rode dog, [?], on a off the court
Be ballin' on them so hard I caught a charlie horse
I'm on that money train, 10 in my cargo shorts
At the train station, chain swingin' on Nauti' shirt
I need a vacation, I'm takin' off from work
Cause when they need a heavy weight, I'm who they calling first
Still stressing tryin' to make it work
I know I should quit while I'm ahead before y'all niggas in my paperwork
I'm terrified of feds, allergic to the homicide
They got me sweatin' bullets, I'm breakin' out in hives
Soldiers die once, a coward dies a thousand times
I be all for the D, call me Mr. Otta Drive
I talk to Louie P., he'll be outta five
Them boys on the fink choppin' niggas down to size
Block hotter than Detroit in the summertime
That's Southfield Service Drive North M39

[Chorus: Boldy James]
We droping bags, counting stacks, we keep winnin'
I gotta laugh, not bad for some street niggas
We poppin' tags, rockin' premium denim
If you bought this cash, then my nigga let's get it
Drop out at 14, gettin' street money
Doin' the Charlie Sheen on these fucking grease monkeys
Got love for these streets, and these streets love me
I'm going Charlie Sheen on you fucking grease monkeys