Montreux

Kush smoke Money, clothes, hoes Hurry up before that elevator door close This that 1980 Marvin Gaye live at the Montreux Stars in the audience Al Jarreau in the third row Parental guardian to this art for it's my baby Lazy eye, though wise folk try to play me, I spot you points I prove with my every move Right from the beginnin' I was right and that was very crude This is what I know Make a fool, out of you, if we were to duel And a hall player playin' pool Renegade bitches choose Word to Max Jule Drop jewels, diamonds different hues Type of shit I like to do Orange leather in my coupe Carrot soup My women ball, word to Sheryl Swoopes Minus the hoop She fell through Fell in love with the blue dream And the things she can't have Now she lookin' down like she trynna use a Ipad Pro tools confiscated as evidence by the crime Lab spyin', ain't even have to do em' like that Knife work on the track Many ya' cut and slash At the neck like a sash Blood on my hands, me and my killin' bag Raw shit, Kill a gram High spinnin' ceilin' fan You ain't neva seen a man, till' you seen the man Raw shit, Kill a gram High spinnin' ceilin' fan You ain't neva seen a man, till' you seen the man Fool