yeah They kick a bottle of beer and a letter Simple things made Mario feel better You see it falls on you and it falls on me Self-annihilation, catastrophe
(Freck Billionaire. Verse 1) Im gettin money heres my explanation The Lambo is Milked out No expiration and i aint ask for an estimation (soundsmith *
gonna drown in your blue sea? Who's gonna ride your wild horses? Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee? Well you stole it, 'cause I needed the cash And
money but there wasn't none He put a crop in the holler when night came he watered By fall he had the cold hard cash When times get hard Sometimes
Shawn Wigs] It was a cash game, 100/200 dollar table Me and Johnny Mack sitting, God willing and able July 23rd and 4th, the lions is out It's the month
up man I got two million dollars cash, call Stan I'm out this bitch, you heard me) [Curren$y:] What you gon do, when you get out of jail Skerch off the
to bottom, in's and out's, and if you don't know then close your mouth Guessin games can lead to droughts. When they fall over, your ass out. Blast em out
a gauge I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay Pullin' in the driveway, Wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up Bulldozed through the living room Hopped out
out Bring the Benz out, bring the Aston-Mart' out Porsche Box' or the drop top Ferrar' out Bring the old school six-fours out 'Til the four doors out,
?ll be nobody here So we sell out our kids for a tank full of gas And a lifetime in plastics for a fistful of cash Let the rivers run dry let the economy
fuckery, suddenly? Not enough young in his lung for the waterwings? Colorfully vulgar poacher, out of mulch Like, "I'm a pull the pulse out a soldier
the number when I mumble (?) Wit skill, red-rum them trynna figure out him Baptize myself in the river of Henn-essy [Chorus 2x] Open up your heart and You will understand me Fall
wrong (so wrong) We ain't doing nothing but chasing a lost cause (lost cause) Yeah you ain't trippin but one day you might fall (u might fall) And then
By fall he had the cold hard cash When times get hard Sometimes a Good Ole Boy Goes Bad The good book goes out the window When the gloves go to the
out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running to the East River, the East River
YYYEEEAAAHHH! They kick a bottle of beer and a letter Simple things made Mario feel better You see it falls on you and it falls on me self-annihilation
gonna drown in your blue sea? Who's gonna ride your wild horses? Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee? Well you stole it 'cause I needed the cash And
like starting over We try so hard but we keep on falling over Every day is just like starting over We try so hard but we keep on falling over River