Travolta

(Album: Gang Land - 2012)

As I look off the balcony
Smoking this riffa
Counting the root of all evil
But the supreme, the controller of everything
To all mighty dollar
Flick my ashes

I'm living the fast life
Don't nobody want me to put my brakes on
Got the money, I'm just silent, tryna make some
Count it up, all my niggas get into it, get into it
And we're just tryna keep the paper pilling on
You know oh oh, you know oh oh
And they worry about another nigga's pockets
No, not at all

Tryna double the work, quadruple my dollars
Old school with my chick, she say she love the empower
All the work at that scene, some of the props are them jewels
Smoking them cookies, sipping champ while watching the news
I told 'em I gotta shouldn't be tripping at all
I watch you niggas blow it, wanna just run to the mall
Could tell you I ball, but you see the soup
That mean I could coach you niggas so play the recruit
She walk it over on the platter when it's lunch time
And got a blueprint if ever hear 'bout one time
She know I'm motivated by a Franklin face
Eating bread cause a nigga got a money taste
Like diamonds reflecting, they telling I hustle
Door tilling the frames, can't tell 'bout my struggle
The gang's a bitch, a lot of ups and downs
Ride past what you're chewing before you spill around

I'm living the fast life
Don't nobody want me to put my brakes on
Got the money, I'm just silent, tryna make some
Count it up, all my niggas get into it, get into it
And we're just tryna keep the paper pilling on
You know oh oh, you know oh oh
And they worry about another nigga's pockets
No, not at all

As I sip on this gin and think of my homies
Who don't fuck with them pigs and you niggas baloney
Lot of work in past, lot of cash and count it
Shit the niggas was grown and I was allowed around it
Dice game, seen money all across the floor
Now I'm flyin overseas, all across the shore
I mean they had everything but they lost it all
No more hope draze, remember how I used to ball?
You know, night after night, giving niggas numbers
8 Game had them looking for me in the summer
I was getting bread, that was my profession
Schooling niggas up and down the court, giving lessons
So if you balling, nigga do that
Cause these niggas a shoot, don't care where the hoop at
And nowadays everybody plan Nino
But remember all ahead after end, let this thing go

I'm living the fast life
Don't nobody want me to put my brakes on
Got the money, I'm just silent, tryna make some
Count it up, all my niggas get into it, get into it
And we're just tryna keep the paper pilling on
You know oh oh, you know oh oh
And they worry about another nigga's pockets
No, not at all