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(album: Special Edition Grandmaster Deluxe - 2017)


[Sir Michael Rocks:]
Whoa
Whoa, hey, hey, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, diamonds
Diamonds
[?], huh, call 'em up
I need all the yuh
Get the girls, put 'em in line
I need eight or nine

Call me up, whip a rock
Tater tot, breakfast spot
Every day, that's all I
Got to kill
I count my blessings with an abacus
Abracadabra, I got the magic wrist
I got a squad out assembling, you're trembling
Suck my dictionary, Marriani on the emblem
Knew I was the GOAT from my zodiac symbol
Four by four trucks pulling up to the window
I roll the window down from the tint
When I send 'em
No sticks, no seeds
Good weed, gluten-free
Back again, coconut water
You, not that baby father

[Sir Michael Rocks & Chuck Inglish:]
Uh oh, where it's at?
Want money, need check
Uh oh, where it's at?
Want money, need check
Want money, need check
Want money, need check
Want money, need check
Want money, need check

[Chuck Inglish (Sir Michael Rocks):]
Money fill it out, yeah it's getting wild
Nigga look at me, I'm the captain now
Get yo' cap and gown, oh you dropping now?
Oh you rapping now? What you rap about?
These ain't just words to a verse
I ain't talking you to death, I'm just taking you to work
I can make the bands dance, bandana on the handle
Handstand for a grand, that shit jamming like a hammer
You niggas praying, you ain't got my shit together
My beats got better, and my bars got heavy
Triple strap forces in the sold out club telly
We them guys like Teddy, black street no diggity
(Let's get to it, I'm ready)
I said the wire's coming through, let him know when I get it
Ayo, we coming up a level
The Rollies lose value when you icing out the bezzle

[Sir Michael Rocks & Chuck Inglish:]
Uh oh, where it's at?
Want money, need check
Uh oh, where it's at?
Want money, need check
Want money, need check
Want money, need check
Want money, need check
Want money, need check

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