Lyrics Super Greedy - Jackpot feat. Smoov-E and Pat Rich

Give me give me g's g's g's

From the small bags of weed to them rubber band bundles
I remain super greedy this that day and night hustle
Snatchin knots from sprung bitches but I'm quick to explain
If I ain't all up in your pocket I ain't doin my thang
I'm supper greedy like I'm posed to be
Floor wayz be close to me
I mite stick you up if you ain't really where your posed to be
I'm solid wit my folks but supper scandalous for a click
When your sharper make it happen you could bubble off my nip
Hyperations stack somethin losin nothing can you dig it
And bet your own hustle man and double small digits
Stayin payed is the slogan sippin yak steady smokin
Breakin hammer towns open gotta leave my bag open
Microscopin all night nigga even yall knots
Holdin heat when its hot shit even when its not
Cuz california niggas strive try to come up quick
And if you cant hold your own well take your shit

California hustlas chase paper all day
California smokers blow blunts all day
California cats sip yak that way
And california cat we react that way

Bitch I show kay skills to break these bitches for there scrill
Poppin pussys like pills on the real lettin them know the deal
These bitches be worthless
I'm out the door wit ther purses
Bitch I'm scrillmatic the shit be like sell service
At the gas station
You know I ain't payin
You know I'm toppin off
I'm bout to start poppin off
At the liq bitch so don't you even trip
Cuz I got this pistol by the hip
And I'm bout to stick somebody for their grill
Juss cuz I'm super greedy
Ill prolly stiff the needy
I mite even have your best bitch on their knees screamin feed me
You best believe me
Got pleanty more off in the stash box
Straight gs bumb
Pat rich and jackpot is dope like crack rocks
So listen to the mac god
California killas for that scrilla
Keepin it profane wit no shame
Cuz we some dope game gorillas
They call me pat rich capone
Cuz I bust young hoes like chrome
Flip new bitches like zomes
And keep em workin the track like mary and jones

California hustlas chase paper all day
California smokers blow blunts all day
California cats sip yak that way
And california cat we react that way

I don't roll sober, high off the roper
Deep when I creep like the red october
With out a pocket full of money
Your boy get lonely
I call up pat rich and jackpot they my homies
Juss like da grinch
Hundred dolla bills in my pocket while your sleepin on da bench
Boy I'm smokin the beamy so deep in the needy
Broke wit money I'm super greedy

California hustlas chase paper all day
California smokers blow blunts all day
California cats sip yak that way
And california cat we react that way