Viper - Fleetwood Crack lyrics
[Viper - Fleetwood Crack lyrics]
Crazy cash, sick cash tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
Stupid cash, retarded cash tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
Unnecessary cash, let it rain cash tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
It's too much cash, it's comin' too fast
Tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
Uh uh, I done went and found wealth
Now these boys wishin' that I
Was in bad health
Models choosin' up like I'm the
Last man on Earth
Meanwhile, I got these haters feelings hurt
A tall pretty nigga, it ain't fair
I got it all
Killer hops, with cash to blow up a mall
Life ain't fair for y'all
So just watch me ball
But will you be a hater like those
Ones that wanna see me fall?
I hope that'll stall
Just watch my new ride crawl
Holla' at me at the whole
Court for a hoop call goons on deck
Bring yo clique even if they can't stand me
Just don't take it personal when
I get that Grammy
Crazy cash, sick cash tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
Stupid cash, retarded cash tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
Unnecessary cash, let it rain cash tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
It's too much cash, it's comin' too fast
Tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
I'm waiting for them to make
A new Lambo body style
These grounds riding around the same
Old body style as '09
How did these nothing rappers get deals
And even think they rippin'?
No need to answer that cause I'm
Rich so I ain't trippin'
Getting steel has got me
Lookin' towards rap beef
Test this and you'll be cold
Beef in the streets
I'm a magician when it comes
To that stick play
Make you disappear and reappear
Dead a different day
Okay, keep me playin' with this money
These marks broke, there's a joke
That damn funny
I'm something more than a balla'
Ask around about me in that mall
I'm that Top Malla
I'm somethin' like a chef
Flippin' pizza bread
And tryin' to keep all of this
Dough from going to my head
That's a triple rhyme
Did you hear what I said?
You gotta test your work to sell the best
Second rule of street cred
Crazy cash, sick cash tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
Stupid cash, retarded cash tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
Unnecessary cash, let it rain cash tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
It's too much cash, it's comin' too fast
Tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
What am I gone do with all this money?
Stupid cash, retarded cash tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
Unnecessary cash, let it rain cash tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
It's too much cash, it's comin' too fast
Tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
Uh uh, I done went and found wealth
Now these boys wishin' that I
Was in bad health
Models choosin' up like I'm the
Last man on Earth
Meanwhile, I got these haters feelings hurt
A tall pretty nigga, it ain't fair
I got it all
Killer hops, with cash to blow up a mall
Life ain't fair for y'all
So just watch me ball
But will you be a hater like those
Ones that wanna see me fall?
I hope that'll stall
Just watch my new ride crawl
Holla' at me at the whole
Court for a hoop call goons on deck
Bring yo clique even if they can't stand me
Just don't take it personal when
I get that Grammy
Crazy cash, sick cash tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
Stupid cash, retarded cash tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
Unnecessary cash, let it rain cash tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
It's too much cash, it's comin' too fast
Tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
I'm waiting for them to make
A new Lambo body style
These grounds riding around the same
Old body style as '09
How did these nothing rappers get deals
And even think they rippin'?
No need to answer that cause I'm
Rich so I ain't trippin'
Getting steel has got me
Lookin' towards rap beef
Test this and you'll be cold
Beef in the streets
I'm a magician when it comes
To that stick play
Make you disappear and reappear
Dead a different day
Okay, keep me playin' with this money
These marks broke, there's a joke
That damn funny
I'm something more than a balla'
Ask around about me in that mall
I'm that Top Malla
I'm somethin' like a chef
Flippin' pizza bread
And tryin' to keep all of this
Dough from going to my head
That's a triple rhyme
Did you hear what I said?
You gotta test your work to sell the best
Second rule of street cred
Crazy cash, sick cash tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
Stupid cash, retarded cash tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
Unnecessary cash, let it rain cash tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?
It's too much cash, it's comin' too fast
Tell me
What am I gone do with all this money?