[Intro:] I got you, homie Yea Okay We in this bitch Okay Ha ha Deuce!
[Verse 1:] Yea, they call me Deuce, what it do Jack? Far from a new Jack, this game like roulette Your mixtape trash, a hoe motherfuckin crew at She spin on that chain, I'm with the foxfill and blew that She wanna know what kind of vehicle I'm whippin in I'm picture-perfect in this motherfuckin Instagram 50 band, pounds signed no filter Call that ambulance for the beat cause I killed it Uh, my ensemble's true religion Got a Puerto Rican with me and she truly with it If we talkin bout some money well I truly get it Everyday I'm hustling, stack it to the ceiling
[Hook:] Uh, I'm blowin gas, propane She let me hit it the first night, no shame I told that hoe my time is money like an Audemar Always on the grind with it just to keep from fallin off
[Interlude:] Fuck em, fuck em Like I said, baby Time is money like an Audemar Offshore to be exact On the set though, let me hit that one time Turn back up on these niggas It's only low such as reality up there Deuce!
[Verse 2:] Gasoline blowin straight up out of Baghdad Sippin lean got a nigga feelin jetlag First you go and get that money then respect and power And turn around and run rap, Kevin Laws I'm a ball the fuck out til they come for us In a fresh pair of shells like a marker us They say you only live once, YOLO That's probably why I fucked around and went solo Instrumental serial killer murder for the hire Set the studio on fire and posted on this as 50 Play the villain in the C Line, my niggas that's from the 50's Got a room up at the W, down to take it with me On a road to riches, I'm flyin to go and get it Take yomotherfuckin life, I'm tryna run nigga though Louie aviators, lookin like some pilots Say it's just half what the writers say Say we come through like a tidal wave Countin paper like I'm readin through a text book Livin like a athlete, neighbors think I'm westbrook Travelled all around the world, never been to Ocklahoma Bustin disappearin act on er, hocus pocus Uh, I swagged out in these Feragamas Mack that pussy out like I'm Rocky Marciano Pull up to the grey stone in the Maserati With some white girls with me and they just wanna party I pop the bottle and they popin molly Then it's back to the spot for the afterparty I start a riot, burn it down just like a finco Surfer then a rapper like I'm smoking on a eggroll And nigga fuck what the haters thinl They see me laughin outloud, straight to the bank Moneymaking, all these hoes in the catfight People don't bitch with me, all the flightsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
