HookStill on this paperchase

Load the stacks up in the safe

Because champagne tastes with beer money to wet the cake

Me and my peoples play for high stakes

Look out for FBI jakes to turn up the case and place me upstake

Verse 1：Kool G RapBut yo its all legal

Every last printed bolegal

We started out small people now we's all lethal

From poverty the land property run a monopoly

We properly sending butterleather s**tting mahogany

Call it robbery just as long as I grab the lottery

I'm tryna prospectally strictly going for jackpottery obviously

Kool G Rap unlike a lotta G's

For novelty models be stripping

Like the s**t's pornography the odyssey lyrical prodigy

See my philosophy like Socrates

Logically cats follow me catastrophically

Apart from G

Your role models be and anything less is just an S O and S with the apostrophe

F**k all that hypocrisy

You know who got with these lyrics about the street heat first

Check my biography its possibly

Cause I was ahead of my time like a prophecy monstrosity

N***a wanna copy me like photography

HookLadies：Its so its so hot hotcome get it on

Kool G Rap：Straight bringin the heat son

4 times

Verse 2：Kool G RapWe keep the rocks flowingthe Glocks blowingthe pockets swollen

The proper Clis growing not big as Samoans

Got cash flowing out the colon

Be on the yard dash like Jesse Owens

Tryna get stripes and riches like Bolen

People look out for Jakes patrolling

They hate to see n***as be straight out holding mad diamonds glowing and the papers folding

We rolling Kennedy Caver status living at lavish

Cop the s**t that's as hot as a raddish

Five o' one quarter carats from outta Paris

My movements is moving quicker than Randy Travis

The lyrical style ravishes creeping past all your averages

Carry my own weight f**k astro packages

Just make sure there's a quick savages from under the hat attack with bad habits kid

They'll thump your whole wig get you digged just for one more hole in the Earth to dig

When I spit the s**t from out the cig

Its nothing short from bloodsport to get your mug torched

Listen to what the thugs taught

Before you get rocked down on the block for cops to find your blood caught

From stunning missles

That I could ceases all your blood and tissue

Got dirt by the fake ones and all the unofficials