, peanuts to an elephant I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swagg' you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on
the chance of that? We don't stop, so check the, mansions and stacks And we don't have to answer to Jack No wonder we had this rap shit locked, for eight straight summers
back, right?) I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy (Of the world though, you got my back, right?) Hey, it's whatever shawty, you ain't gotta ask Yes, Valentino blouses, summer
they tellin' lies for a living, I so Roddy White pull the plug on them n-ggas it was nighty night outta sight outta mind, b-tch Im in these streets next summer
they worry 'bout my pockets Meanwhile I had Oprah chillin' in the projects Had her out in Bed-Stuy, chillin' on the steps Drinkin' quarter waters, I gotta be the best M.J. at Summer
bitch the leather stay soft The head line stitched Blowin' out the bound another show some mo money Flip another hundred see we do this every summer
to an elephant I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swag you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
gardens, long abandoned Came to life in dust and sand Lover's lips sweet as honey Touched as if old love was new Banker's pockets overflowing with gold
line your pockets off the misery of the poor. Outrageous, the crimes some human beings must endure. It's a blessing to wash your face in the summer
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a hoe, till I got a bitch confused She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes I'm shoppin' for chinchillas, in the summer
in the summer or summer in the winter Miami in December trying to look bored in them Dior's. she probably is, Was acting shallow 'til she found out how deep that my pockets
plaques That's a fact, let me get mine then after that I'm completely done with rap, you cats can have it back Heaven hammering sport thoughts for the winter Summer
I copied off of him in Geometry? I said, "I know a guy named Paul He used to be my plumber He was prematurely bald And he moved to Pittsburgh last summer
ass hung the fuck up Just like a bunch of clothes Hey, ma we stretch work like you touch your toes And in the middle of July we got that summer snow
touch down and get yo bitch just like a bunch of cloans hey ma we strech work like your touch your toes and n the middle of july we got that summer snow
this Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz We stay fly, no lie and you know this Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused I keep 20 in the pocket You
are! [I] And where you are! [C] Party over here, party over there [I] Where? [Common] Look! I made ya look, ya dirty crook Then picked your pocket
a candy sto' And I'm really geeked up And I got mo' dro I pop, I roll It's off, I know It's da summer time But yo' laffy taffy got me froze Get loose
