Текст песни Dead Presidents - 222

They know I been ′bout it
Got alla these dead presidents bussin outta these rubberbands
I don't need a wallet
Shooter with me and he lettin out 3 shots,sumn like Ben Wallace
Take a nigga offline DDoS,
Body stuck like he seeing 3 dots,
I been always gettin′ money meanwhile
Look

Shoutout to Jay for the motivation
He layed out the blueprint for gettin' this money
Nas told me that the world is for me
I'll never let a nigga take it from me
Nah
Shoutout Cam′ron
Pink mink on I′m livin lavish
Like Big Pun did capital punishment
Pop out in all fly shit Like Fabolous

Bullets hit medulla oblongata
Fill his stomach now he lookin' like a baby mama
Now his noodle lookin′ like we cooking pasta
Different type of choppers like we work for Boker
Keep a hammer on me like I'm jane foster
Stayed down nigga, never change rosters
Hate clown niggas they all be imposters
Hang round everybody is some monsters

Talk of the town I been that
If I knew how easy it was, I woulda been rapped
Stay on the grind thats the get back
These niggas ain′t really gon ride whats the car fax?

Talk of the town I been that
If I knew how easy it was, I woulda been rapped
Stay on the grind thats the get back
These niggas ain't really gon ride whats the car fax?

They know I been ′bout it
Got alla these dead presidents bussin outta these rubberbands
I don't need a wallet
Shooter with me and he lettin out 3 shots,sumn like Ben Wallace
Take a nigga offline DDoS,
Body stuck like he seeing 3 dots,
I been always gettin' money meanwhile
Look