Hey, my friend, when do you want me to call you?
Risky

Who's holding the bag in the oven?
Who's refueling the oven?
We're chasing after this money
Until we lose sleep
Who's holding the bag in the oven?
Who's refueling the oven?
We're chasing after this money
Until we lose sleep

In our blocks we're fighting against life
On the way to the top, who's stopping us?
You want to know what's going on?
You want to know who's holding the bag?
No break we're going to hit you with a hockey stick
Hockey stick hit, coup de grace, lots of cash
And if you start we finish the story
There's no hope, we have to score
In the trunk the hit we're transporting
So you black bastard, you have my money
She doesn't meet the criteria, I won't let her in
From now on your buddy is worth more than half

I'm in the sports coupe
I'm holding my cup and my gun is twisting
Big up to all my bandits in jail

Come to my area, the tarots are correct
On the other hand, the stories are horrible
Elvira wants my cocaine
If you don't have a gun, stay cute
The smoke from my joint takes me away
Elvira wants my cocaine

Who's holding the bag in the oven?
Who's refueling the oven?
We're chasing after this money
Until we lose sleep
Who's holding the bag in the oven?
Who's refueling the oven?
We're chasing after this money
Until we lose sleep

Who's holding the bag in the oven?
Who's refueling the oven?
We're chasing after this money
Until we lose sleep
Who's holding the bag in the oven?
Who's refueling the oven?
We're chasing after this money
Until we lose sleep

Why does the sun keep on shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore? (Binks Beatz)

I'm counting the profit, not on you, you already know
Thanks to God you're standing every day, imagine
And I know that one day the street could kill me
And I know that one day the street could kill me, yeah

Start by calming down, bastard
I don't want any hole when we do the accounts
I'm done, I can't hear what you're saying
We love clothes, tell me how much it costs?
Only victories, no doubts
We want the profit and her big ass in my big car
Ok, are you ready for the heist?
Put on your hood and take the bag
Even surrounded I feel very alone
I don't want mom to scrub the floor anymore
So I go all out, of course we deny the facts
To get out of this shit, what do you want us to do?
My life goes so fast, takes everything at speed
Lots of rubber bands around my bundle

I'm counting the profit, not on you, you already know
Thanks to God you're standing every day, imagine
And I know that one day the street could kill me
And I know that one day the street could kill me, yeah

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