This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
Now if the greenbacks don't stack large on my side of the yard
I ain't fuckin' with it
This cake has got to be all icing baby
Now I know I'm taking the biggest piece
But god damn I'm the biggest fish with the biggest mouth bitch
You want to be rich right? (Hell yeah)
Well stick with me do as I does and be as I be
We be stackin' chips packin' clips mackin' chicks
Laugh at tits slappin' dick in yo' bitch (bitch!)
Makin' hoes, take these clothes, from these sto's
Walkin slow, there go the po', now here we go
Parking lot to the spot, Marriott
Cause what I got to make a knot, is very hot
Who's at the do', go and check, I got the Tec
Tell him that you soakin' wet, until he jet
Now lift up your fuckin' dress, where's the rest
Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts
Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts
Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch
You can jerk niggas but you can't jerk me
Hoe I only tell you once that this dick ain't free
I'm talkin' greed
Greed, give me everything that I need
How you gon' deal with the niggaz that I feed
Greed, give me everything that I need
How you gon' deal with the niggaz that I feed
We smokin weed, you and me
Lookin for that currency
We smokin weed, you and me
Lookin for that currency
Now bitch niggas don't mean shit, from where I sit
Magnificent blow your back out, if you act out
Eighteen deep when the plane soar
The bitch threw her tits asked my click who we pay for
Penetrate the clouds, loud, and obnoxious
Surround the airport with feds and helicopters
Escorted, detained and deported
Scared of the lyrics, and when they bitches hear us
We the clear-est, you can fear us
Smile on the day of your disappearance, smoke in mirrors
Break em all, pull over and jump out
Cause I can take em all, all bustas shake em all
I'm at the mall, buyin' shit, like hot dog on a stick
These bitches all on the dick
Ice Cube ain't a lick (nope) make me bleed
And now you got to deal with the niggas that I feed, greed
(Give me more, give me more) Greed, Greed
When you get your hands on it, want to fawn it
Want to dance on it, everybody want it
(Give me more, give me more) Greed, Greed
When you get your hands on it, want to fawn it
Want to dance on it, everybody want it
You punks is petty, still we steady, countin' fetti
I'm the one closin' escrow, with the best flow
(Do you wear a vest?) No
Niggas hit me I'ma turn into The Crow *caw caw* and take a shit
On everything counterfeit, the Don Mega
Blade Runner, in a beige Hummer all summer
It'd take about twelve honkeys, to convict
The nigga makin' you sick, ask the 12 Monkeys
Up in Detroit holdin' weed court, all through the South
Picked up a ounce in Shreveport
My lead give head tunnels (boom!)
To any motherfucker disgruntled exit wound, look like a funnel
Worldwide, international jet set
My niggas love fuckin' bitches that they just met
Get it wet, and you can do anything
When I'm in Paris niggas french-kiss the pinky ring
Greed, give me everything that I need
How you gon' deal with the niggaz that I feed
Greed, give me everything that I need
How you gon' deal with the niggaz that I feed
We smokin weed, you and me
Lookin for that currency
We smokin weed, you and me
Lookin for that currency
Yeah, Ice Cube, trillionaire
I own a mansion and a yacht, ha ha
We do it like it should be does
Yeah, Westside niggas is very greedy, uh
Death Row is very greedy
Sic-Wid-It records is very greedy
Dangerous Music greedy greedy greedy
Ruthless Records greedy, Suave House, greedy
So So Def, greedy
Rap-A-Lot greedy as fuck
No Limit, ha, hella greedy, uh
Def Jam greedy, we all know Priority greedy as a motherfucker, ha ha ha
Hey I got twenties on my Benz you still fuckin' with a gem
What can you tell me, nigga?
I ain't fuckin' with it
This cake has got to be all icing baby
Now I know I'm taking the biggest piece
But god damn I'm the biggest fish with the biggest mouth bitch
You want to be rich right? (Hell yeah)
Well stick with me do as I does and be as I be
We be stackin' chips packin' clips mackin' chicks
Laugh at tits slappin' dick in yo' bitch (bitch!)
Makin' hoes, take these clothes, from these sto's
Walkin slow, there go the po', now here we go
Parking lot to the spot, Marriott
Cause what I got to make a knot, is very hot
Who's at the do', go and check, I got the Tec
Tell him that you soakin' wet, until he jet
Now lift up your fuckin' dress, where's the rest
Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts
Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts
Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch
You can jerk niggas but you can't jerk me
Hoe I only tell you once that this dick ain't free
I'm talkin' greed
Greed, give me everything that I need
How you gon' deal with the niggaz that I feed
Greed, give me everything that I need
How you gon' deal with the niggaz that I feed
We smokin weed, you and me
Lookin for that currency
We smokin weed, you and me
Lookin for that currency
Now bitch niggas don't mean shit, from where I sit
Magnificent blow your back out, if you act out
Eighteen deep when the plane soar
The bitch threw her tits asked my click who we pay for
Penetrate the clouds, loud, and obnoxious
Surround the airport with feds and helicopters
Escorted, detained and deported
Scared of the lyrics, and when they bitches hear us
We the clear-est, you can fear us
Smile on the day of your disappearance, smoke in mirrors
Break em all, pull over and jump out
Cause I can take em all, all bustas shake em all
I'm at the mall, buyin' shit, like hot dog on a stick
These bitches all on the dick
Ice Cube ain't a lick (nope) make me bleed
And now you got to deal with the niggas that I feed, greed
(Give me more, give me more) Greed, Greed
When you get your hands on it, want to fawn it
Want to dance on it, everybody want it
(Give me more, give me more) Greed, Greed
When you get your hands on it, want to fawn it
Want to dance on it, everybody want it
You punks is petty, still we steady, countin' fetti
I'm the one closin' escrow, with the best flow
(Do you wear a vest?) No
Niggas hit me I'ma turn into The Crow *caw caw* and take a shit
On everything counterfeit, the Don Mega
Blade Runner, in a beige Hummer all summer
It'd take about twelve honkeys, to convict
The nigga makin' you sick, ask the 12 Monkeys
Up in Detroit holdin' weed court, all through the South
Picked up a ounce in Shreveport
My lead give head tunnels (boom!)
To any motherfucker disgruntled exit wound, look like a funnel
Worldwide, international jet set
My niggas love fuckin' bitches that they just met
Get it wet, and you can do anything
When I'm in Paris niggas french-kiss the pinky ring
Greed, give me everything that I need
How you gon' deal with the niggaz that I feed
Greed, give me everything that I need
How you gon' deal with the niggaz that I feed
We smokin weed, you and me
Lookin for that currency
We smokin weed, you and me
Lookin for that currency
Yeah, Ice Cube, trillionaire
I own a mansion and a yacht, ha ha
We do it like it should be does
Yeah, Westside niggas is very greedy, uh
Death Row is very greedy
Sic-Wid-It records is very greedy
Dangerous Music greedy greedy greedy
Ruthless Records greedy, Suave House, greedy
So So Def, greedy
Rap-A-Lot greedy as fuck
No Limit, ha, hella greedy, uh
Def Jam greedy, we all know Priority greedy as a motherfucker, ha ha ha
Hey I got twenties on my Benz you still fuckin' with a gem
What can you tell me, nigga?
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