Coinstar

[Verse 1] I can blind an eclipse, shine so bright I buy five mics, who would lie and say I did? Girl spread your wings, Fly High on a bitch Or ride with them broke niggas dropping five on a zip Fly nigga shit, don't get the point par? Visualize Gucci or Goyard On the bones of a hometown player who decided to go hard Steady making paper out of pennies, The Coinstar Cha-ching cha-ching Fly High the champs we don't need no ring Engaged by this green, meet my queen to be Fucked her over hella times but she clings to these Nuts, shucks really meant pockets Verbs got enough authority to make a cop sick Yo man even know that it's Saran soon as I get Keys to the city cause I'm murdering the locksmith Wordsmith, steezy in my Rocksmith Dressing like a nerd but they still wanna jock it Ma say my fit go, I tell that ho stop it Then get back to floating, Life ain't nothing but a never ending drop kick From the streets where it's no Gi but we chop bricks Food for thought but ciao mayne Holler of you need some chop sticks Sac I got this [Verse 2} Now what's messing with that? Boy jams so deaf fuck a vest and a Gat Still riding dirty but no point in mentioning that Pulling up on the scene looking clean as Benjamin Bratt Where the Benjamins at, next question in fact Where the lesbians at, yeah business gets messy like that So I tell 'em bring 100 of each when these janky ass promoters trying to get me to rap I don't need a part two to Elvis Presley and blacks Giving up styles for free so the shit can get snatched Before that happens Illy gon' be dressed in all black And on somebody's line niggas will get slept with a smack, smell that They said I couldn't do it I wonder what they finna say the day the boy prove it I bet my writing hand you'll be all up in the stands Standing by my biggest fans singing this theme music, yeah