Piss Moët

[Intro]
"Did you read every [?]
Yeah
Good, saves me the trouble

[Verse 1]
Ayo, all I do is exhale cookies and piss Moët
Count blue Benjamin's, rock low wear, the gold neck
You hoes post no thread, my shit jammin like a old Tec
Crown holdin' like the logo on the Rolex
Need presidents to represent like Hova in that old Lex
Copped the work and stretch it like a BowFlex
Show you how I whip it like a ROTEST
Face the consequence, I was trappеd in that cold cell, locked, feelin' so stressеd
Now when a nigga bless the mic nobody go next
Overdose of dope, keep ten boots in a foe's chest
Came for it all, no less, that's a fact
Went from corners with packs to my raps poppin' and battle rap
My style is crack, free my scrapin' trap for a violent act
When you come home we got the throne, I'ma promise you that
You niggas opps, never givin' you dap
Always motherfuck the other side forever, I thought you knew that

[Chorus]
Cash rules everything
Married to the game, brought the scale to the author with the weddin' ring
Countin' dirty dough from the shit we was measurin'
Real niggas prosper, fuck niggas'll never win
Cash rules everything
Married to the game, brought the scale to the author with the weddin' ring
Countin' dirty dough from the shit we was measurin'
Real niggas prosper, fuck niggas'll never win

[Bridge]
"Myself, I don't care 'cause, you know, they gotta catch me"

[Verse 2]
Ayo
Lord like Sonny Carson
On your audio spewin' arson
Serve anybody like dealers on porsons
Joggin' for niggas involved, the evil that man do like Charles Bronson
They ain't ya homie if they hate on you when you revolvin'
Keep a small circle 'cause niggas switch up often
Eyes on the Judas, sturdy palm on the lochan
Tryna go from ghetto to luxury car parkin'
We stack money, never spend it stupid
If I'm rein'-up a two quadruples what I'm recruitin'
Smooth king, everything Gucci to the shoe string
They fail 'cause they tell everybody before they do things
Got the juice, I got supply wet
Low high techs, stylin' on mics like Allen I in '96
Got the Jedi mind tricks
Work the Yoda, top loaded yoppa, smellin' gun powder odor
Streets been cold like a gorilla pimp shoulder
In the after hours servin' rollers and smokers
I buy drugs 'fore I blow money at strokers
Not trickin' nor hoes, I rather flip it ten times over

[Outro]
Biatch!