Lyrics Punk Rock (B-Z) [feat. Mistah F.A.B.] [Remix] - Nerdy KnowZ

Rest in peace Mac Dre
I′mma do it for The Bay
It's The Era Way and not the error way (you know)
We in the game you hear me

Punk rock bitch you dopefiend hoe
Don′t call my phone 'less you got my dough
You move too slow I speak too fast
I got no time I'm making cash
I′m making cash
I got no time I′m making cash
I'm making cash
I got no time I′m making cash

You know I'm on the road
Why is you blowin′ up my damn phone?
Is you stupid?
You got a brain, you should use it
You got a WAP, you should sell it
I wear DOPE ERA
Do you know who I are? (aye)
Hoe you in the car wit a star (aye)
I hope you wanna go far
I wanna be up as Mars
You should know I'm a retard
Go so crazy I can′t keep a car
(Bitch aye) I'm finna trip now
On the six day I need like six thou
Forget yo past team
Run them bands up like an athlete

Punk rock bitch you dopefiend hoe
Don't call my phone ′less you got my dough
You move too slow I speak too fast
I got no time I′m making cash
I'm making cash
I got no time I′m making cash
I'm making cash
I got no time I′m making cash

Long live KB 24/8
West Coast showtime it's the Golden State
Big bay cache cash yea the tech′s boomin'
2K '05 I been getting stupid
Slam dunk And 1 that′s a tricky dance
Zion I is real do the Thizzle Dance
The bank broke, check the score, run it up more
30 like Curry it′ll hit you from another world
Zion I URI I'm the GM
Free Coach never change we know Jesus
Gotta play 2K all day
Oakland, Frisco (Aye Aye)
I′m picking Golden State
Golden Gate; Bay Bridge
You should take the BART
You gon be hella mad when you pull up and can't find a park
Chase Center (Aye)
We going for the win
(Aye Aye Aye) get it in

(Aye Mmm) Told her cash me out
She need 20 stacks or better she wanna ask me out
Bossed her up (Mmm)
Took the classy route
Rollie wit no diamonds
50 thousand I ain′t flashy child
Different kind of nigga (hmm)
Top level pedigree
Boss type bitch Cardi B what she better be
She said she had 25 hunnid for a choosing fee
Hoe please that ain't enough to buy some new shoes for me
Thousand dollars a month that′s some gas fast
First class trips boarding pass on they ass
I ain't talking bout salad when I said a thousand islands
Check my passport I hit a thousand island
Yeah I'm stamped up
(Mmm)
Bitch you tramped up
I make her sick to her stomach she get cramps uhh
Keep yo head and yo neck up
Get yo check up
And nasty bitch get a check up

Punk rock bitch you dopefiend hoe
Don′t call my phone ′less you got my dough
You move too slow I speak too fast
I got no time I'm making cash
I′m making cash
I got no time I'm making cash
I′m making cash
I got no time I'm making cash

You know I′m on the road
Why is you blowing up my damn phone?
(Bitch bitch bitch bitch)
Is you stupid?
(Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch)
Why is you blowing up my damn phone?