verse killa

extra money making garden rake it gonna wreck it lord I made it. gotta check it the bank has more pockets swoll. eyes wide in the morning and I ask myself. imma puerto Rican jewelry seeking. me llaman cuello blanco fumo pasto haven't tried it taste a sample works the wonders. I sell it by the heavy bundles. dreaming raining money when I slumber. I stand out from the crownd enter with that perfect timming just like a diamond hoping one day in your you'll find one. see me running someone's gunning it's a hater always hating looking my way trying to see how much is on my plate stop right there I'm big league this heavy weight nothing to contemplate let me demonstrate let me honerate high off the hateraide everybody owns a gun I'm making money i rather do my drugs try to figure out how many bitches I could fuck. dressed to empress so fresh and so clean new kicks on my feet stepping out the limozine