Dry Cleaners (by Wendigo) ft. Heavy Influence Lyrics

Faded gold chain and a dingy white beater

Never been a cheater, pour a pint off in a liter

Now how you call him dirty when he fresh up out the cleaners

Pulling senoritas, he got stripes just like Adidas

Grabbing at my t-shirt while they begging for a feature

Saying that she love me, yeah she lying like a preacher

Working like a hebrew while I do it at my leisure

They tell you that they got you and they do not even see ya

A villian from the ville like one of the children from the field

Won't catch me on no Twitter, put my fist upside your grill

Instead of chasing bills, I get a million, then I chill

I'm all about some money, to the ceiling, stack my chips

Walking out with 30 if I'm copping 15

Pitching numbers, Nolan Ryan, run more game than soccer teams

More game than soccer teams

And more game than Socrates

I'm on another level, how you weirdo stopping me

I know you heard about it, bitch, it ain't no cliche

He say, she say, like I wasn't gonna be shit

And I don't line it up until the money come and reach me

See me switching lanes like I'm riding down the freeway

Middle finger, Freddy, stick it up and say fuck

Four weeks on the grind, coming up, it ain't nothing

I've been getting money since a youngster had her lunch

Once upon a time in the valley of the munchkins

The bitch drunk, bitch I bet you hit your face

Pop the label with the flavor, I would never let the taste out

Savoring the moment, they tell me tone it down

Tell them I'm turnt up, tell them to turn around

I tell her to top it off, look up the dot-com

She staring at a star, I swear she was on the moon

Only the sun rise, don't call me afternoon

Phil Dog, you ready, be there soon