Rockefeller

[INTRO]
(How can you do it?)

[Verse 1: Omar Santana]
Soldi a ventaglio
Questa bimba chiama
Mentre sto pensando il pacco
Non voglio i tuoi baci
Mi rende contento il guap
Chiama per i soldi son già qua!
Siamo il compasso
Tiriamo fuori diamanti da quel sasso
Sta merda è Crazy
Eran di più ma gli abbiamo stesi
Hanno parlato gli abbiamo presi
Organizzati come i cinesi
Yaya
Prima ero a riempire i blister
Lui ammira la mia realness
Prima era un fan, dopo un dawg, un ora bitches
Fa finta di esser real
Ma è tuo padre che cha il business
In tasca 5 bands mi sento un Rockefeller
Porto la mia bitch nel hotel
Questa tipa è chic non ha le extension
Coi miei homies nelle home invasion
Santana

[Verse 2: JimmyTheHood]
Nie mogę mieć marzeń, bo marzenia spełniam
Widzisz mą kieszeń, ma kieszeń jest pełna
Ledwo dorosłem- uciekłem z Warszawy
Wróciłem do niej już jako legenda
Dawno układałem w głowie pojebany plan
Prawie nikt nie uwierzył, serio, byłem w tym sam
Dziś rośnie TheHood, eskaluje gang
Po to ciągle to grałem i do dzisiaj gram
Ze starych blizn mam zbroję jak Armor
Znowu w Warszawie link up z Santaną
Nie mam CV, staki same spadają
Starzy koledzy się kleją jak sidehoes

[Verse 3: Convince]
CV and Jimmy spin man like a vinyl
We got The Hood on the end of our title
Lifestyle is vital, fuck all the rivals
This is the real shit, not a recital
Talk about top 5s
Man, I ain't the fourth, or the fifth, or the second or the third
Of course I'm lit like a bunsen burner
Tell a wasteman "Fuck what you heard"
Been about, big whip, man swerving
Bro know I've got the P's in the front, P's in the back
Looking like I just passed learning
Big CV, I've been working
Know a couple gyal around for the mandy
Get your candy like Aggro Santos (get you some)
I know a couple man be waiting on the CV
Coming like an interview whenever man drop
Man shake the room whenever man drop
Tell a gyal throw that back and then land it
I love stretching bands on these bankrolls
Coming like the Internet with this bandwith
So, fuck what you're telling me
Your bitch is a wench, I ain't been up on the bench since Year 6 assembly
Pardon my French but I hate when a man wanna fuck about, fuck with my energy
I make him drop like a can in a vending machine
This bitch got a back like she be Lebanese
Whole of her life she'll be mentioning me

[Verse 4: Armor]
I don’t want smoke but I’m holdin that
Cali get rolled from my Poland Pack
Missed his call at 2 AM two oh four gassed when I phoned him back
And I been prang think my phone is tapped
Convince said "should I just, should I just lamp him"
I ain't gonna hold him back
Santana bang bang cos he’s holdin waps
Bad baddie bad back put a bulge in pants
Get her addy land packs if I lotion that
Wanna come see me I’ll give her the wood
I don't use Jimmys, im with JimmyTheHood grr