Oil Money

[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish]

Where do we have to go

I don't know, let me know where we end up

Cause I'm not about to sit and watch it get us

Just picture the stickers is on it

And it's flashy, flauntin', funny that them people only want that gold to pawn it

I need that gold to wear it on the court like I'm Jordan

Performin', I'm scorin' way more than I'm supposed to and I'm lookin' way better in person than my photos

But let's not talk about me

Let's talk about this

If it's too hot then take your hands off

Pass it like Joe Montana

Champions

Hats off, salute

Now what do you look forward to, the landing or the take off

Get back cause them apes I gotta harlem shake off

I got the paint, I just need some shit to paint on

[Chorus:]

This is a lullaby

Not intended to make you cry

But to open up your eyes

And in this lullaby

You got to do right

Before you die

Before you die

[Verse 2: Chip Tha Ripper]

Cleveland nigga wintertime I catch a flight to somewhere sunny

Come to visit

Fuck yo couch they shouldn't have gave us niggas money

For the honeys

Like they woulda said in '94

Bumpin jodisee and anything I say will probly go

While we smoking in that 'Lac truck headed to the mall

Now we coppin' even though I left my wallet in the car

Yeah she got it, deposit we got it, good credit good head and it's all copasetic

She cool and she get it, priceless

The nice tits, she got that look twice chest, she righteous we might just

Valet the Mercedes in the front just to give 'em what they want

Cameras flashin' hoppin' out with the blunt

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]

Who knew this rappin' shit would pay off

I'm firin' up the kill like I got fired on my day off

See a whole lotta niggas get broke and like some broad they like to break off

And the same old bitch that spent their change with be the same bitch I'm gonna shake off

The monster of the mid yo

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Peace to all my OT hoes and the gifts they love to send a nigga

Fresh white socks and a black d bones

We done rode down back and [?]

Bend these foes on stage at the show blowin' out those swishas witcha

(Feel it nigga)

If ya'll broke then I can keep my day job

Ski mask is my uniform and them dope dealers gonna stay robbed

T-top ceiling and my dank still stinkin' and I crush ya feelings like the saints did peyton

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Bun B]

Fresh pair of levi's white t and 6 carmines

Hoppin' out some 2010 shit yes, the car's mine

Sittin' in Corinthians sit back watch the stars shine

I know you starstruck shit I can leave a star blind

Booyah just like Isaiah

A playa, the pro bowl, the mayor

I'm so cold, they stare

The ho stroll's prepared I'm pimpin' my ride out

Then back to my lair

The honeycomb hideout

Your honey's go hide out in my crib like a fugitive

She wanna have a ball I told her I got two to give

She wanna see the flashin' lights and red carpet

I let her pop a double stack, I'm tryin' to start shit

She's on her bare skin layin' in a bear skin

Her body's super thick and it's fair skin, I'm there then

On my sofa smokin' jacket Gucci loafers and I'm blowin' on a swisher while she's blowin' me

It's over

[Repeat]