Avocado Money

Woah, woah, woah I mean, like I could try to miss Prolly still shoot the lights Out in this bitch (Really) What do you want me to tell you, huh? Dígame, yeah woah (Uh, huh) , woah A lame pulled up an old clip Of me freestylin' with no beard Said, "Crime, you wasn't ill" Turn Urkel to Stefan like Jaleel (Woah) What's the matter with you? You sounded same for ten years Wait, why you so fine and standin' still? I been gettin' to it, sonny Like green bluish money You got pipe dreams, I make a livin' One of us movin' funny Shit, I don't be doin' much: cream pies Facials to my Taiwanese biracial queen You should see my stable Keep a heavy bitch in there, too In case the winter was harsh It's August now Prеtty sure I haven't hit it since March (Woah) Y'all bе threatenin' to bite but that Ain't shit but a bark (Nah, man) Thinkin' you got tough genes until they Get hit with the starch I used to be the type to sit in The park with OGs to pick up game And watch pick-up games Even when they were sittin' There sniffin' 'caine But now ain't shit the same I'm In a different type of ballgame Although I heard Red still out here Pourin' beer in his cornflakes (Ayo, Red, what up?) papered up Still smokin' Black and Milds at the banquet My cousin just came home, can't leave He got the anklet (Woah, woah) Lot of anguish, a lame wanna see me die But it's dangerous certified, touch me Then the hit gotta be sanctioned Nobody give you the stamp 'cause you not valid (Stupid) The same three words describe you You not solid (You not) I let my dogs eat first and they Rottweilin' You go to Pete Cetera He give you a rock ballad (Ha ha haha) Terry Melcher at the mansion (At the mansion) Mama Cass, new Manson (Tell me) Greaseballs, my people, they sing opera (Oh, what about) Anatomy of the Zulu Army with King Shaka (Boom, boom, boom) We gettin' money, avocado is green (It is) I should smack whoever told you You should follow your dreams I be low-key incommunicado machine This is Barranquilla Tomás Maldonado the scene (Hermanito) Straight up and down I'm embarrassed for you bitches (I am) Can't pick a high life for My embarrassment of riches (Nah) Welcome home, money, I'ma bury me a bag (Gimme the bag) if he say another word, he Losin' everything he had, dummy (Ha ha ha! yeah) Pack Pistol Pazienza and all that montega! Hermano! Yo, Lance, this anotha one! Yo Crime we got another un para! Hermanito! (Ha ha ha ha)