Fabolous, Freck Billionaire, Red Cafe, Paul Cain - Taking Pictures lyrics

The money on the wood, The "B" on the hood
So what I talk I live, Let it be understood
The smell is so good
Presidential on the street
You know a nigga never put a pencil on a beat
Spring fresh, At the spring fest
Perfect attendence motherfucker
We bling best huh, This a bossed up king set
Is r Cain, Loso and my mane Freck
Can't be cloned, I rise like baked flour
Can't be stoned, I'm high as the Sear's Tower
Live by the code, Ride don't dare cowar
24 straight hours, I'm Jack Bauer
Punish the block, With the milk white powder
Enough water to give the
Burrough a light shower
Enough hammers grip grip, and cause thunder
I'm just here to get the bread
I ain't talkin Wonder
But the feds takin pictures of me
Da lean like it's on syrup


Need a picture of me
I'm so Brooklyn, I scream aper pay
I'm so Flatbush, I'm labor day
I'm the pie baker, I'm doin cakes today
I'm gettin rid of the weight
I'm Ricky Lake today
It's the fidda didda dam on ya cam
Murda a make dem boys blam

I wasn't one that'll flash em
I rather buck em
Most niggas a stash em, I rather tuck em
I either CL class em, Or Rover truck em
Den drive right past em like motherfuck em
See the game likes wall street
I watch the ups and downs like stock betters
I'm Velveeta with it
Still gettin block cheddar
I'm with the rock shredders
Glock outta the box getters
Come through like Katrina
They call em the block wetters
Blah Blah, Thanks to the rock setters
I'm shinin
Reclinin on this Maybech's leather
I'm in the Rich Yung mock sweater
Block letters
Nike airs croc leather, Who rocks better
Ask Greg Street bout the Las Veg suite
The presidential joint with the
Ronald Reg sheets they either throw salt
Or think it's nutmeg sweet
So I keep the heat where the
Stomach and the legs meet
It's Loso Croft, You can call me Tomb Raider
We break in homes, We the livin room raiders
Snatch wifey, Come back for groom later
Throw in the back of the van
Like she on room raiders
Ha Ha, The rookie niggas pay homage
The bitches throw the box at me like vonage
The 4 horsemen, Arm, Ole, Flair, Tully
Niggas this fully, Ski mask ya skully

I'm a Rich Yung boss
Gettin money is my occpation
My net worth numbers look
Like China's population
I'm a hustla by blood nigga not relations
Stutta gang, Cain put a stop to ya operation
Stop debatin
I'm one of the hardest bar for bar
Constantly splurtin and I could match
The dealers car for car
Nigga the god a star, Shinin like a?
Some niggas marked with scars
Ya'll know who the gods are
But me I ride different
I ain't with the dry snitchin
I ain't like these guys bitchin
Ship jumpin and side switchin
I keep live fish and all
Of my grind pies flippin i'm bout a dollar
I stress it in every rhyme written
Some niggas try trippin
Walkin drive by grippin
Keep the 4-5 clippin
Never catch high and slippin
The kind of boss you might
Die if you try stickin
Same dude dat tried 2 hit n everytime miss me
I'm untouchable, Teflon bitch
See me comin through
You betta strap ya vest on qiuck
The rumor is, Gassed up on sum Exon shit
Not at all, Take a shot at paul teks gon spit

I'm West Philly Freck
Yes I rock the best ice
I lay my trap down like
I'm tryin to catch mice
And you would think I went to fly skool
I'm fresh man like the 1st
Year of high school
Foreign vehicles, Yes I could get em homes
2 of everything, Yes I get em cloned
Ya meet ya maker if you play with my checks
Testerosa, Testaverde man I play in them jets
(Freck)
I fuck dime bitches, I'm a dime pitcher
My Andre Agassi's older than ya prom picture
I take it back
Got the barkley's with the strap
Red nose pit, Shit barkin with the strap
Work in the hood, Lone sharkin with the crack
I stay away from known snitches
Narcin in the trap
Niggas getiin tats tryin 2
Make they faces scary
I shoot ya tear drop nigga, Like Jason Terry
6-4 Chevy, Jus got it laced in cherry
Red wheels too, Don't bring no hatin near me
To keep it real, I'm just glad to be here
Ya'll frown on the ground
We laugh in the Lear
Niggas throw shade at us cause
They mad at the glare
Ya hear clappin like the Hova
Show at madison square
Yea this how I eat now
See they got to pay homes
I make my change in the booth
I'm like a pay phone
I'm a slim thug, The bossman fellas
Ya'll nigga like LA, Ya'll loss and jealous
Check it the ver 2, My phone cost 11 thou
You betta warn a brother like Kevin Lowes
You lookin at a nigga who den sold cane
I put the purple in the air like soul plane
Rap niggas thinkin like damn
What kinda lane he in
Switch the black card from plastic 2 titanium
I spit the "A" class lines
They spit "B" shit
Spit that "B" shit, Ya never gon be shit
See how I "C" shit, I bone with the "D' shit
Got plenty bitches down in Philly
On that "E" shit
I say "F" niggas cause I'm on sum "G" shit