Counterfeit Lyrics

I reach for the duffel bags

And you know I'm stacking my bricks

Pull out the Hot potato out the ruffle bag

I'm Reloading with chips

These hungry hungry hippos

Watch them all with the money

As they surrounded it making up shit

It's all counterfeit

Imma take the bag full of money and flip the rent

It cost too much nowadays for common sense

When I take your overhead

And cut it off about 10 percent

I'll discount' em quick

Like I ain't paying for shit

Like a five finger lift

I felt the weight shift

Like you're whole demeanor

I cleaned up my act

And now they pissed

Because I sound meaner

I was too cold so I turned up the heater

Accidentally broke the meter

And exploded the speakers

Oops

I went through so much paper

That I ran out of cedar

I went out to the nearest damn

I couldn't leave it to beaver

Get smoked like Cohibas

Getting cheese like a cheetah

Turn 'em into a vegetable

Leave 'em lost on Almeda

You better watch ya mouth

Light won't be the only thing you see through when I break ya glass jaw

Switch stances on them like a south paw

Rip 'em apart with a hack saw

Erase the evidence before I take off

I'm a wanted man like an outlaw

I reach for the duffel bags

And you know I'm stacking my bricks

Pull out the Hot potato out the ruffle bag

I'm Reloading with chips

These hungry hungry hippos

Watch them all with the money

As they surrounded it making up shit

It's all counterfeit

I'm too sexy with the flow

They call me Bradshaw

And she gone have to keep grinding until her heels fall off

Understand the surgeons coming

You'll have to suffer the consequences

From keeping those gums bump 'n

You hear my nozzle thumping

Watch my finger stutter

Few shots will have 'em dazed

Now they looking puzzled

I covered the end of the barrel

with a bag of potato chips

I dust it off from the hips

Therefore I was

Frito lay 'em ruffled

I climbed out the tunnel

Made my way through the funnel

I used all of my muscles when I struggled

That's why I was heavy on the hustle

You see bloody scabs from my knuckles

I'm living proof that you can fight your way out of the scuffle

I reach for the duffel bags

And you know I'm stacking my bricks

Pull out the Hot potato out the ruffle bag

I'm Reloading with chips

These hungry hungry hippos

Watch them all with the money

As they surrounded it making up shit

It's all counterfeit