Hash Money, Space Jesus, GDP - OTIC lyrics
[Hash Money, Space Jesus, GDP - OTIC lyrics]
Hash money in the motherfucker
Hash money is just two characters chill
Yo my drug sniffing dogs don't
Work for the TSA
TSA, we gettin chips like Frito-Lay
If I had a million dollars
What would people say?
He's on the rise like Jesus, Easter day
I want the gold, and after that, the platinum
Blunt passin'
In a room full of money laughin'
Mansion, butler with the funny accent
High fashion, gettin' high just realxin'
They used to say "G, you're feelin' yourself
" got my own label now
I'll sign a deal with myself
My advice, keep it real with yourself
You know me
Be in Japan with an eel for a belt
If I get in the game, everybody goin' broke
G'll get it poppin' like a pill to the throat
Oh, that's ill what you wrote
Couple bills in my coat
I'm on the J train selling kids
The ill that they smoke
Hash Money got it poppin' like a firework
Used to show up high to school
Used to show up high to work
Fuck that, dab religion, buy a shirt
We've been trying to crack the
Matrix for a while bet this time it works
I work for mine, on the grind
And in these modern times
What's an economic bottom line?
Gotta shine, because they want whats mine
And money's on my mind
And the only thing I see is dollar signs
Only thing I see is dollar signs
Only thing I see is dollar signs
Only thing I see is dollar signs
Only thing I see is dollar signs
Got it poppin' like a firework
Only thing I see is dollar signs
Got it poppin' like a firework
Used to show up high to school
Used to show up high to work
They say the money make the world spin
I wonder what make mars spin
"why?" Cause, I'm high like martians
Dabbed out, butt naked
In the middle of the carpet
Of your girls apartment
I think I'm Bart Simp-son
You ain't ready for this hash Money
(#$) in the clouds, eating berries and shit
It's very legit, the beats are barbarian shit
I go hard like Valerian dick
I never meant to get rich
I just wanna rock like Dwayne Johnson
I'm crazy, I have an insane Johnson
We're not the same person
My clone is my girlfriend
Cyclones will whirlwind
My throne is porcelain
All I need is one mic, morpheus
And I'mma be a free-er man that Morgan is
Rap about important shit like cash-rule
I'm a deep space six
Ya'll in astronaut school
Only thing I see is dollar signs
Only thing I see is dollar signs
Only thing I see is dollar signs
Only thing I see is dollar signs
Got it poppin' like a firework
Only thing I see is dollar signs
Only thing I see is dollar signs
I can't see shit except these
Dollar signs
Hash money is just two characters chill
Yo my drug sniffing dogs don't
Work for the TSA
TSA, we gettin chips like Frito-Lay
If I had a million dollars
What would people say?
He's on the rise like Jesus, Easter day
I want the gold, and after that, the platinum
Blunt passin'
In a room full of money laughin'
Mansion, butler with the funny accent
High fashion, gettin' high just realxin'
They used to say "G, you're feelin' yourself
" got my own label now
I'll sign a deal with myself
My advice, keep it real with yourself
You know me
Be in Japan with an eel for a belt
If I get in the game, everybody goin' broke
G'll get it poppin' like a pill to the throat
Oh, that's ill what you wrote
Couple bills in my coat
I'm on the J train selling kids
The ill that they smoke
Hash Money got it poppin' like a firework
Used to show up high to school
Used to show up high to work
Fuck that, dab religion, buy a shirt
We've been trying to crack the
Matrix for a while bet this time it works
I work for mine, on the grind
And in these modern times
What's an economic bottom line?
Gotta shine, because they want whats mine
And money's on my mind
And the only thing I see is dollar signs
Only thing I see is dollar signs
Only thing I see is dollar signs
Only thing I see is dollar signs
Only thing I see is dollar signs
Got it poppin' like a firework
Only thing I see is dollar signs
Got it poppin' like a firework
Used to show up high to school
Used to show up high to work
They say the money make the world spin
I wonder what make mars spin
"why?" Cause, I'm high like martians
Dabbed out, butt naked
In the middle of the carpet
Of your girls apartment
I think I'm Bart Simp-son
You ain't ready for this hash Money
(#$) in the clouds, eating berries and shit
It's very legit, the beats are barbarian shit
I go hard like Valerian dick
I never meant to get rich
I just wanna rock like Dwayne Johnson
I'm crazy, I have an insane Johnson
We're not the same person
My clone is my girlfriend
Cyclones will whirlwind
My throne is porcelain
All I need is one mic, morpheus
And I'mma be a free-er man that Morgan is
Rap about important shit like cash-rule
I'm a deep space six
Ya'll in astronaut school
Only thing I see is dollar signs
Only thing I see is dollar signs
Only thing I see is dollar signs
Only thing I see is dollar signs
Got it poppin' like a firework
Only thing I see is dollar signs
Only thing I see is dollar signs
I can't see shit except these
Dollar signs