Connect (feat. Madeoff & J-Ness)

Haha, Cee In the crib playin Tupac Stash in the new spot Dirty show money Put it straight in the shoe box Easy bake gotta let it sit it be too hot Winter grind it's still long johns With the tube socks I never needed acceptance From all u outsiders And all u dick riders Should have ya mouths wired This real life boy u n****s is actors You hot garbage soundin worse Than Parappa the rapper Ps... 4 we on and we signed that deal The price went up In other words it just got real War vets army fatigues if we prep that kill I still chef in any kitchen case you want that meal It's gourmet And hondele Connect call me Jorge Por que? Cook it with the Goya Thats my forte... ole We don't talk much it's just okay Part ways, I'll be back soon Just give me 4 days I guess it's lookin like I'm trappin now Got my product round the world I could show you how You gotta keep up with the pace There ain't no slowing down Shit I took over the game I need me a crown Money falling out the paper bag Connect callin me direct Put it on my tab You ain't gettin to this money? Boy you got it bad We ain't worried about the prices Ain't no checkin tags Now I get coke money Dope money Show money See a bad bitch and I just throw money I blow money I mean there's never no money But if I'm assed out Then I'm takin yo money huh! Let's talk I'm the topic of the hour Made my empire off E pills and powder Bitches fuckin jawns for 3 bills an hour Hit a quarter mill At Jay crib on bour Ayo I told Cee To get the Yayo It better look like Mayo And it better be Fuego My n***a knew Spanish Since about he was a day old Been around the world So he mastered all the lingo That's a bingo The plug call me Angel Say I'm heaven sent With the way I get them things through Papi thankful I got him his first mil Copped him a new Rollie Plain Jane wit no chill Back of BBQ's When we finished our first deal And that was first class Can't remember how Coach feel Fuckin Neiman up Only buyin with big bills Shorty see the bread All she thinkin is let's chill Ooooh Thinkin bout these whores Get my dick hard All they want is Michael Kors And my bank card Nahh I aint givin them nothin Certified in this shit Aint no need for discussions I guess it's lookin like I'm trappin now Got my product round the world I could show you how You gotta keep up with the pace There ain't no slowing down Shit I took over the game I need me a crown Money falling out the paper bag Connect callin me direct Put it on my tab You ain't gettin to this money? Boy you got it bad We ain't worried about the prices Ain't no checkin tags Nahh Aint no checkin tags Gz Ceez what's really?? Dolla But look Nahh aint no preparation needed Flow fell from heaven But the God still a demon A bomb to you leeches Dolla be the feces Hand to hand sales Hit the block with them grams Same size as a reeses They need this Evil still chasin But I'm still pacin Marathon grind We aint in the same races Peep the ballistics and the basics These n****s flagrant I had to hustle with cobras On my Jake the Snake shit But I cook the grass Man down bust his ass More money more problems But we love the cash Get the drop quicker than visine My team 96 Bulls When I screen it's all buckets The kid ball My government should be John Rucker Kiss the game goodbye Give you choppas the pucker I'm not with the ruckus Glock in the luggage Feel the vibe in ya gut Then you know not to trust it And I don't trust n****a Nah I don't trust b*****s Fair exchange I don't deal with the f*ck business Touch digits til my soul expire They all gas and I'm known for fire That's a fendi n****a I guess it's lookin like I'm trappin now Got my product round the world I could show you how You gotta keep up with the pace There ain't no slowing down Shit I took over the game I need me a crown Money falling out the paper bag Connect callin me direct Put it on my tab You ain't gettin to this money? Boy you got it bad We ain't worried about the prices Ain't no checkin tags