Iron Fist
Ill shit
I was Monday Nitro, now I'm dynamite like AEW
Chicks loving it, from stick to BBW
Swag still the same, wifey never cease, throwing off the drawers
I'm seeing more pink than Patrick Star
It's Iron Fist, battle your forces like Lars
200,043 men with broken jaws
I'm driving off, spy shit, a 90's Peugeot
Compadres matching me up, in black Buicks
It's The Getaway, we parlay over London
Abbey Road where we see the prostitutes blushing
Peace sign tees, nips poking like gumdrops
Jay lay the pipe like a hookah at a smoke shop
BET need to rate these bars
I zip lips, from my ex files, like WinRAR
Celibate, you can never fuck with me, humbly
Appetite large, weight, King Kong Bundy
Walking hazard label, ain't no first or second warnings
Bodies in the bins, safeguard like Mr. Storage
Savage of the cyphers, ain't nobody brighter
With the vocab, pee brains, just can't decipher
Money so big, got me rolling on the floor!
Rolling on the floor!
Money so big, got me rolling on the floor!
Rolling on the floor!
Money so big, got me rolling on the floor!
Rolling on the floor!
Money so big, got me rolling on the floor!
Rolling on the floor!
I'ma go fuckin' balls deep
Grab his head, I'ma grab his feet
Wrap him up in trash bags, lay his body in the creek
Sleepin' with the fishes, bond grips, dirty dishes
Pick out the stems, now I'm couch locked, rollin' swishes
Smoked a few with my crew, now we fucked up
Pack a bowl, let me roll, cause last time you fucked up
Flow so disgusting, make you wanna upchuck
Pull out my nunchucks, fuck up your buzz cut
Knock knock, who's there?
Get the fuck out my trap house
That's not loud, that's a bag of Reggie from your pop's house
Never with that fake shit, bout my fuckin' bankrolls
Not nickel bags, rig-a-doo, lookin' asshole
Three blind mice, seein' how they run
Where the fuck are they goin'
Who gives a shit?
They havin' fun, I'ma chill with them
They Illuminati, now I'm sworn in
Tattoos and pentagrams on my foreskin
What can I say, man
I'm addicted to the Mary Jane
Smoke it up, numb the pain that goes away
This is for my homeboys, it make click
Tokin' on good shit, they asked me am I high
The only thing that come to mind, I'm faded
Money so big, got me rolling on the floor!
Rolling on the floor!
Money so big, got me rolling on the floor!
Rolling on the floor!
Money so big, got me rolling on the floor!
Rolling on the floor!
Money so big, got me rolling on the floor!
Rolling on the floor!
Shot the ball and whip, tripped and quick
Swerving in the lane, feel like I'm coming at you
Crazy, call me Tory Lanez
Throw a noose around my neck, I'll wear it like some golden chains
Can you keep my thoughts sane while I'm feeling in the page
Cut my wrist like the Bain Olympics, I can show you scars
Jerking on my ghost stick when I drop these bars
So grab your skeletons and wrap them up in the tarp
Crime scene and you're the only one standing up in guard
I've been chewed up and spit out from the hand that dealt these cards
Pulling holes in the birds, poppin' Teflon
Pussies say they know me, just trying to act hard
Now my mind is fucked up from the memories that carved
Money so big, got me rolling on the floor!
Rolling on the floor!
Money so big, got me rolling on the floor!
Rolling on the floor!
Money so big, got me rolling on the floor!
Rolling on the floor!
Money so big, got me rolling on the floor!
Rolling on the floor!