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Caskey

Jonah Hill

 

Jonah Hill

(album: Clockwork - 2019)


Gotta shake hands, or it's no deal
It get lonely at the top, so I hold still
Now you gotta pay to talk, like the phone bill
My bitch super bad, feel that Jonah Hill
Got that juice on me, and it's gon' peel
You can't do no dirt with strangers 'cause they gon' squeal
Told lil shorty that the money calling, hold still
Dropped the weight off, feel like Jonah Hill

Bitch, I'm a moonstar, don't know who you are
I'ma keep it street even on the boulevard
You tryna go the distance but that shit ain't moving far
They be wishing on my downfall like a shooting star
Instead, I shot the [?] went way past they expectations
Now my passport full of decorations
I just jumped off of Jump Street, I'm paper chasing
Ain't gon' put me in a box, too many occupations

I can't fuck with these fakes out in Hollywood
Gotta move with caution
Shorty keep it real with me when the molly good
So I'ma hit it often

Gotta shake hands, or it's no deal
It get lonely at the top, so I hold still
Now you gotta pay to talk, like the phone bill
My bitch super bad, feel that Jonah Hill
Got that juice on me, and it's gon' peel
You can't do no dirt with strangers 'cause they gon' squeal (bitch)
Told lil shorty that the money calling, hold still (brr)
Dropped the weight off, feel like Jonah Hill

My bitch super thick, we be shooting flicks
I ain't from St. Louis, but I'm such a lunatic (okay)
So much fake shit in LA that I ain't used to this
You better say your prayers and ice out your crucifix
Bitch, I'm a wolf, of Wall Street
Got too fucked up on the quaaludes, lost my car keys
Drink inside the baby bottle with no car seat
All these bunnies at the mansion, Playboi Carti, uh

I've been driving through the hills out in Hollywood
Tryna catch a contact
I ain't saying I don't trust shit 'cause it's prob'ly good, uh
But my lawyers need the contract

Gotta shake hands, or it's no deal
It get lonely at the top, so I hold still
Now you gotta pay to talk, like the phone bill
My bitch super bad, feel that Jonah Hill
Got that juice on me, and it's gon' peel
You can't do no dirt with strangers 'cause they gon' squeal
Told lil shorty that the money calling, hold still
Dropped the weight off, feel like Jonah Hill

done

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