#39 Gud

Dog, look pon them food yah, dog. A them thing yah you call food and them Friend, see me? You know say, yeah, put in The work and see the result, you see me? Yeah, dog, money a make now, me friend. Doctor all right and my mother all right. Yeah, that's right. A dream life, what you think? What you think, yeah, sis? Right now, man living the life weh them dream Of. Dream life. Bleach out white with me gun and me ski Mask. White. Money inna pocket and we a braaf. Any liquor, where you see me, with me pulley Cocked. Dunce man dunce and fucking dark. So me no listen when the hypocrite a talk. Me no follow people, me do me own a Thing. And anywhere me go, the fifth gen a Bring. And money make when you see the phone Ring. Benz drive out, whoop, a the chrome rims. Me want rich till me own one of the Money Brinks. Have the money chain but me want The money link. Step out clean although me money Stink. Me full of cash like me live where The money print. Money pon me mind, Make me can't sleep. Raise up my pressure, Make me heart beat. Money fi run like athlete. Every ghetto youth dream fi own a Benz Jeep. Fi have a gyal a give you head pon The front seat. Me pay cash for the Beamer And it don't cheap. Hennessey a buy braaf for the whole week. Step out inna Gucci, gyal a say me neat. Dun. Winning anuh nothing new to me. Me get the vigilant and mommy tell my mummy. Yeah. Now we a count out money. Broke life anuh my company. Me song a top chart inna US and Trini. Too dark, too dunce, make gyal a look for Me. Some say a fuckery, a chat me sound Silly. But the pound can roll inna me billi. Just left New York and gone to Philly. Me hustle for me dogs and my family. Them use rum goat fi buck down belly. Bad mind see me dream and a try hard Fi kill it. But me never stop focus nothing For a minute. Enough time me take them critics' Gimmicks. Work permit inna me visa, Anuh visit. Them surprised to see the dunce man Legit. Money pon me mind, make me can't sleep. Raise up my pressure, make heart beat. Money fi run like athlete. Every ghetto youth dream fi own a Benz Jeep. Fi have a gyal a give you head pon The front seat. Me pay cash for the Beamer And it don't cheap. Hennessey a buy braaf for the whole week. Step out inna Gucci, gyal a say me neat. Right now, man living the life weh them dream Of. Dream life. Bleach out white with me gun and me ski Mask. Money inna pocket and we a braaf. Any liquor, you see me, with me pulley cocked. Dunce man dunce and fucking dark. So me no listen when the hypocrite a talk. Me no follow people, me do me own a Thing. And anywhere me go, the fifth gen a Bring. And money make when you see the phone Ring. Benz drive out, whoop, a the chrome rims. Me want rich till me own one of the Money Brinks. Have the money chain but me want The money link. Step out clean although me money Stink. Me full of cash like me live where The money print. Grimey. Small Bellevue man operate so no try me. And you know me have to say 40 words 'cause everything hang good. No ask me nothing 'cause me no know nothing. You see Preedo. Fully. Dunce. Second them man, you see?