paroles de chanson MEECH - EST Gee

(Ayy, who that? John Gotitt)
Money must grow on trees for me like '03 Meechie in Magic
Hey, money must-, yeah, yeah, yeah (FOREVEROLLING)

Money must grow on trees for me like '03 Meechie in Magic
Slime don't climb, nigga we slidin', snake our way up the latter
Early morning, I whip batter platters, ain't Aunt Jemima
Get my drop quick, grab the mop up, clean the extras, it matters
Police can't stop us, we make blocks look like they natural disasters
Stick with a drum like I'm Travis, shit came natural, no practice
You gotta extract the gunpowder, I learned bleach baths from my daddy
Burn my clothes into ashes, I understand all them taxes

Ask you shoot, go get it, telling too much his business
The streets so tricky, I know niggas brothers do 'em for 50
With the members like Penny, brought trophies back to my city
Free Big Basie, we was bendin', windows tinted with blickies
I got your mama and sister, value our honor, commitment
I'm first team all realest, most y'all ain't honorable mention
Separated from friction, friction the reason I'm glistenin'
You know that pressure make shiners, especially in treacherous environments

Hit the gas cap whinin', pipe screaming and hollerin'
This the life of your highness, warrants all that I'm dodging
I like bumpin' and grindin', in the yolie behind him
You can't be loafin' and drivin', he must be textin' them fine ones
Stuck at the light, it cost his life, pull on side of the car
Soon as we bust rounds, watch him jump 'round like a flea in a jar
Don't be out posted, I walk close up like I'm Steven Segal
Y'all ain't got motions, your emotions say believe when she talk

I don't trust a ho, barely my bro ever since I seen what I saw
Better to get paid while it's today, you might be leavin' tomorrow
I send the package, better catch it even if Revis was guarding
And me bein' active scarred me badly, took a piece of my heart
But I'd much rather live with status than a casualty of war
I eat my beef cooked up raw, tell bro, "Find a fork"
Carnivore, five star, boy, I'ma eat or get sick
My money green as the Grinch, green as this beam on my blick

Water boy, reservoir, filled with drip to the tip
Pure crystal, clear shit, come quench your thirst with a sip
Rather have a real bitch than one with booty and tits
But don't get it twisted, I'm still knockin' 'em like a ten-dollar grit

Uh, nigga, uh, like a ten-dollar grit
Don't get it twisted, I'm still knockin' 'em like a ten-dollar grit