High Rollers

Okay, this today's lecture

On how it should be done

Yessir

Why I keep having to school y'all niggas?


Yo

Behind the door there was gat-man

Who was also known for robbin'

Aquaman cooked the coke and kept the Superman saucy

A dirty nigga that wasn't known for washin'

Eventually the nigga started cookin'

Creation nothing but the reverse of 12-B

The tumultuous life of Skateboard P

I hang with white people but chill lonely

I seen, niggas run down stood over and gunned down

One shot up in his arm, then he spun 'round

Now how does in front of his son sound?

And get his dog it was just one round

For the ready rock they smoke that shit on cans

I was rockin' flattops and rockin' slip-on Vans

Screamin' "Killa dude!", and rolling my pants up

As the ghetto bitches mixed the neighbourhood dances up

But this wasn't a soft place

Friendship villages threw the smile off ya face

Trainin' em young, they were schoolin' 'em mane

Fifteen killer niggas, face cool as a fan

Told them "The right bullet hole will free one's soul

Let you control the block and get a ve-hicle"

So I, started pacin' the X of my situation

Then I became the bases of, see style's translation

Sure I'm on that mothership but I started thinking color-less

Like my favorite watch but I had to get the other wrist

Reporters like "Yo, so what you done good?"

Fall back bitch, I brought computers to the hood


Whether you ride or you above the law

Make money money, make money money money

Don't even try if you afraid to fall

Nigga make money money, make money money money

Keep your mommies that'll ride with the dice taped with the raw

Make money money, make money money money

Ask police state-fly, keep your gangstas on call

So we make money money, make money money money


I got

Model bitches to drive me on sixes

Condos in Paris with million-dollar pictures

Smoke like a sailor, drink tushy two-up

Suckin' my dick because she love the way I grew up

Huh? You talkin' to me?

You gon' do what? Yes he's got the gat and he can pull two-up

Them shits is mind-blowing

Where he grew up they wear rags with they eyes showin'

Four in the morning you hear the nines blowin'

Armour all on they cars to keep the shine goin'

We order cars with special features

The two-tone rose, the bitch got alopecia

Who got vitiligo, intended color cycle

White and tan and brown, call it Michael

I just might go down to the beach

Absorb the heat, pick up a couple freaks

Eyes lead them between my sheets

Then eyes lead them right beneath

Downstairs, right in the lobby

I'm not being cocky

But [?]


Kilos, C-notes, speedboats pe coastal

See low we smoke cho cha treochos

That's what eighty-five percent of niggas envision

While the real ten percent get caught and go to prison

The other five percent, them niggas end up missing

Probably on the coastal bellies deep sea fishing

Blowin' perfect rings out the Cuban cigar

Their daughters turn 16, get 'em Italian cars

The world is yours, fuck it how 'bout Mars?

I know your mother told ya' "Aim for the stars"

Let's get right nigga cut short the laugh and

Get in touch with high B with the half hand

The dope is opium, comes from Afghan

So let's make millions and blow up like a gas can

You wanna shine don't you? Like the rocks glisten

But you ain't tryna listen, you on a fuckin' mission