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Pandemonium

アーティスト:Meek Mill 

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Three passports, three first class Tickets to the money, straight flights I live by the code, wardrobe from 'round the globe All I need is a kilo, an apron, show me the stove General Electric, perfected, cooking them O's No more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves Hoes, I need a condom for my toast Busting in these niggas standing flat footed, I'm on my toes Froze, pandemonium overdose Paparazzi in the trees, please, curtains closed Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf Heroin transactions with Russian shots of the Smirnoff Playing for keeps, I busting 'em 'fore she get off I run the city, just pull up and drop the kid off, ha Welcome to organized crime Money got me excited, I'm coming four or five times The '45 for you niggas with 9 lives Penthouse on college money, long as Ocean drive Black Chevy Tahoe's, stations up the potholes My place spacious, smoking aces in Lagos Feds get involved, I'm slipping off in the synagogue Issue you your warrant, informant, bitch I've been a boss Counting money stacks, yours' counterfeited I made my money back when your accountant didn't Went against the odds, it's only one Rozay My nigga okay I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk Started in the back, now we the niggas in the front Step out on the block, all the bitches they still in shock Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop Pandemonium, causing pandemonium Half a million for the same car we rolling in Pandemonium, pandemonium We the number 1 niggas, your bitch notice it Million ways to make this money, you gon' get it On the grind 24/7 I'm with it YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid Jumping out the Phantom like a motherfucking midget Money knocking at the front door, I'm like, who is it? It's Benjy, tell my lil nigga, go and get it 'Cause I've been counting all this dirty paper for a minute Lamborghini dreaming thinking how I'm gon' spend it I'm like one's for the money, two's for the show of it Three's for the bitches that be fucking for the hoe of it Four for my niggas that be stacking and then blowing it You would think I had a curfew the way I'm going in Look at what we rolling in, causing pandemonium Papi got them keys in, he like my custodian I was trying to bag a brick, you was Nickelodeon I was in them trenches, getting down and dirty serving it We's part of the reason that them churches got some services The morgue could afford just 'cause we was doing murdering Nigga called my phone, talking reckless, I ain't heard of it Fuck ya girl, give her back, I'm courteous I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a menage with Nicki And be out London with Lauren and telling Meagan good morning Catch me rolling with Kelly or at the Hilton With Paris from Hollywood to the hood I want a mom and I swear that I want 'em all, wanna fuck 'em all


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