queens get the money

lyric by GT @ MaxRNB

Ayo

Queens get the money niggas still screaming paper chasing

But presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations over steak with masons

Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless

Play this by ya stomach let my words massage it and rub it

I'll be his daddy if there's nobody there to love it

Momma was just having fun with someone above her years

Niggas is still hatin

Talking that “nas done fell off with rhyming he rather floss with diamonds”

They pray “please God let him spit that ozzie and the army linin”

“that shorty doowop rollin oo-whops in the park reclinin”

Take 27 emcees put them in a line and they out of alignment

My assignments since he said retirement

Hiding behind 8 mile and The Chronic

Get's rich but dies rhymin this is high science

Now add 23 more for queens to be more I'm over they heads

Like a bulimic on a sea-saw

Now that's 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time

Yall gonna bow holmes this is dow jones

80 cal chrome needed time alone to zone

The mack left his iPhone and his nine at home

My queen used her milkshake to bring ya'll to my slaughterhouses

I do this for the group home kids and boarding houses

This that nigga shit that's on the album

For them niggas inside the calk linin 40 houses

Bring back Arsenio

Let us make man in our image spit it

I'm Huey P and Louie V at the eulogy throwing malatas for Emmitt

You ain't as hot as I is

All of these false prophets is not messiahs

You don't know how high the sky is

The square mileage of earth or what pie is

I’m the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire

The same hand that punched down devils that brought down the towers