Yeah, I'm thinking about putting twenties on
a cab and picking up more hoes than a
WNBA draft.
Yeah, I'm thinking I'm 7 '30".
Yeah, I'm fly as a motherfucker.
Yeah, I'm thinking about
buying my own
Astrodome, the
Lou
Hawk
Dome.
I'm thinking about putting my
face on 100 bills.
I'm thinking, what the fuck do this
boy got up in his suite?
Because I'm zero tolerance on the primo
blast. I'm not even tripping like that.
I'm thinking about taking this deep freeze off my neck,
this ice tray out of my mouth.
I'm thinking about keeping my pockets
fatter than mother love, big ass.
My mouth is a picture show
Ice glow from the tip to the lip below
I'm thinkin' three carrots on every tooth
TV is fallin' so heavy, left a dent in my
roof
To tell you the truth,
chameleon is better
than me
His flip -flop shines a little bit wetter than
me
But it don't matter,
we're both on the same
team I'm thinkin' third
and I know he think the
same thing I chop the block
like circumcision
Lookin' at my chain too hard,
I hurt your vision
Steppin' into my garage
should be worth admission
I got deep dishes just like if I
worked in the kitchen
I'm thinkin' paint to change
every time you blink
My rims are 23 so they old
enough to drink
I don't like dinosaurs or
Jurassic
Park
But the rims sure look
Jurassic when I park
Where I live resembles an enormous mall
I got green like the lettuce
that a farmer harvest
Paint shine like I waxed it with
Thalmorall
I'm thinkin' golf cart
with the longest thawed
Trunk turnin' flips,
people think I teach gymnastics
I'm throwin' like a fastball from
Greg
Maddox
I'm thinkin'
Louis
Vuitton or some
Reebok classics
Cause my money stretch kinda
similar to elastic
I'm gold, gold, gold, thinkin' gold
Thinkin' bout how
I'ma get this dough
So we roll, roll, roll, stack our gold
Even if we gotta step on toes
Then that crows, crows, crows
When it crows, money doubles
Then we gon' get more
I don't know, I don't know
What the hell you been doin'
Listen, I'm thinkin' out loud
Who is it,
Mr.
Here?
Lizard, lizard, got 23's
Like you watchin' them
Washington
Wizards
I'm thinkin' pullin' so
many cars out the garage
That the city will build a freeway
that ends in my yard
I'm keepin' fixed -face people
in the safe of the wallet
So that man,
Uncle
Sam, can't jot my deposits
Hold up,
Paul, I'm impressed,
I thought you was the best
But you just said I was the best,
so it's a tie, I guess
NBA draft teams wanna recruit us
Three -point diamonds,
Manilakers couldn't out -shoot us
Got them groupies sittin' on the
Gucci
Stitchin' in coupes, we flippin'
Wonderin' why the roof is missin'
Buy your ass on the back of a car
and a milk and ask have you seen the
roof for the car with the stilts
I'm thinking the rims get any
bigger under the coop
then i'ma have to jump out the
coop with a parachute
scream well rims on the llama
but don't need to be fast
since if i slow up the rims
will keep trimming the grass
I'm thinking car be hovering that
bar be thuggin'
and probably could get
Suge
Knight for all his publishing
beep it's
Def
Jam and we heard all your tapes
we want to sign you we can't
wait message erased
I'm thinking a label want to
give a deal to
Camille
and
Mr.
Mad they better have
a unrecoupable meal
I'm gold, thinkin' gold,
thinkin' bout how
I'ma get this gold
So we roll, stack our gold,
even if we gotta step on toes
Then it grows, grows, grows,
when it grows, when it doubles
Then we go get more,
I don't know, I don't know
What the hell you been doin' but I can't
go
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