Greedy

[Produced by Harry Fraud] [Hook – Chinx][x2] Dead prezzys on my dinner table, blood type is greedy Black tints, black shades on, they don’t see me I’m greedy, it’s money on my knife and fork Money’s speaking for me, I don’t like to talk [Verse 1 – Chinx] Roll around in that ride, deuces on that drop thing Rolling out of my mind, a noose is what that guap mean Pac man, eat your money up Snowflake, pink toes, she just got her tummy tucked BS is on my arm, pills up in that man capsule Talking on that bum, little mama let em feel [?] You need culture, on this side we get you focused Now kick off them Louis loafers, life’s a trip, I get you chauffeured Never on your A game, whole life on that B shit These niggas talking but won’t walk up on that cement Chinx Drugz, I’m a, I’m a coke boy Fuck these niggas talking, I got money on my phone, boy [Hook][x2] [Verse 2 – Grafh] I got money all on my mind My money all about more bread Put money all in your mind Put money all in your forehead Jumping out of my Corvette You be the nigga I skate past You be the nigga that ain’t next I don’t need no motherfucking brake pad I stay past, your fake ass ain’t even in my weight class I body slam linebackers out they face mask Talking all of that bullshit Talking all of that full clip Talking all of that sheep crap Talking all of that wool shit I’m talking all of that wolf shit, drinking out the bottle My middle finger up, it just came up out of motto My pocket full of green look like I’m spending avocado I got beef [?] like the lettuce in my taco [Hook][x2]