Get The Doe

[Verse 1: Solace] Yo From this point on, we made men Living splendid, the struggles ended Only stress is thinking how to spend it Retirees in our twenty's, swimming in Benny's White Henny fountains, counting, thumbs numb Pretty pennies Log cabin getaways on mountains to chill Cop my pop a house on the hill The spouse in Brazil Yeah, I keeps a Adriana Lima in the Beamer Riding shotty with the mini shotty in between a- Mind of a schemer, made it out with a team of- Vigilantes who raise the ante Now the grass is greener, flash the nina For target practice not for survival The proper salutations, popping bottles, announcement of my arrivals We living like the Kennedy's Mini mansion with mad amenities Start zoning, stock bonds and treasury's With clean baldies and low caesars Spoil nieces Tour the globe for no reason Lord Jesus! [Hook: Timeless Truth & Action Bronson] Living the dream, counting cream through money machines Still water's bubble, while we chilling and rising with steam Queens! From the docks to the back blocks Got 67 mil, kid, we hit the jackpot! Living the dream, counting cream through money machines Still water's bubble, while we chilling and rising with steam Queens! From the docks to the back blocks Got 67 mil, kid, we hit the jackpot! [Verse 2: Oprime39] Yo, yo Talking parrots, writing ballads in my Caesar Palace Living lavish, treat my peeps to join a feast in Paris Stylish, 50 karat rocks, 50 pounds of pot Silence, 50 caliber shots from mountain tops Making a toast for man's sake Went from a ? kid with bad grades To landscapes and mad papes See dollar signs for clarity Out for the win, cleaning my sins through charity Exotic whips, Poland Spring dripping fountain tips Stick to the biz, crib for the kids That's how it is Saltwater tanks and Swiss bank accounts This ain't a hobby We embody what you rap about Topless cars and bottomless broads Roam the motherland, gun in hand, bow to the God's Pop labels on the reg, only sporting in 1's Draw on wiseguys for fun Speaking coke for the funds So what up?! [Hook: Timeless Truth & Action Bronson] [Verse 3: Action Bronson] Fuck man, fuck, uhhhhh... Ayo Step in the place Rocking lion like I'm Jaffe Jo Haze in abundance for the evening Yes, I cop fa sho Choosing goblets like I'm Indy in the cave, dog Twin bidets, lord, spread up on the center page Before the score, all we had were thoughts of better days Right out of Flushing, where they're known to let the metal blaze Half out the pocket, with the hanky on the center stage Take the bar right off the coupe and let it ventilate Back To The Future, my DeLorean waits Underneath this chunky stomach, I'm like Dorian Yates Hardbody, mix of John Gotti and Gandhi Known to wheelie the Ducati right up into the lobby Then hop off, flip a cop off, twist the hot sauce While shorty bring a drink Other fly shorty taking my socks off Take a knee when we hopping out of something, whore We do the damn thing Winter, spring, summer, fall Ball!