Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (bluh)

I don't have time to throw jabs
I mix Givenchy with Rick
It's just the zaza, I didn't have the flu
And like a mason, I was stacking bricks
I'm no longer a fan, I don't need features
I mix Zushi with the weed, yeah

It's true she's hot, she's electric
Not recommended for my epileptics
I fight my demons in front of all these girls
She wants us to get married but I'm skeptical
Why do I make them stick?
Because I can make you stick on the 808 or acoustically
They called me for as many zeros
As I make with the smoke when I light my stick

I'm still the same guy you knew
But now, talk to me only for the money
Double a check if needed
But in my life, it's like the tamien
I prefer when it's tripled
I always have Cali' at the end of my lighter

I have a white, white, she stung me
I want a black, black, I want a Piguet
Uh, it's a must, I want separated black diamonds
After an M, it will always be the same
It's not a crazy thing, a mad thing
On my Saturn rug, I have my stack spread out
I ate well, well but I'm never full

No time to throw jabs
I mix Givenchy with Rick
It's just the zaza, I didn't have the flu
And like a mason, I was stacking bricks
I'm no longer a fan, I don't need features
I mix Zushi with the weed, yeah

We grew up, look what we've become
We knew what we were going to become
We had to warn them
They're shocked, no one warned them
Too much money for nothing in the outfit
Too much money for nothing in the smoke
Call me only for the money
We stop at Saturn, we pass by the Moon

Outside, it's gray, I'm inside
I write nonsense in my poems
Since I was little, all the time
I was waiting for my money, eh, eh
Outside, it's gray, I'm inside
I write nonsense in my poems
Since I was little, all the time
I was waiting for my money, money, eh

No time to throw jabs
I mix Givenchy with Rick
It's just the zaza, I didn't have the flu
And like a mason, I was stacking bricks
I'm no longer a fan, I don't need features
I mix Zushi with the weed, yeah

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