Berner - G.R.E.E.D. lyrics

Yeah Ay, they say they need that real sh** back tho’ Storch, what up? It’s the Mafia (dolla, dolla, dolla) Black We smoke till we numb We smoke til we’re numb, and we worship the sun This year I pulled 4 tons, and moved every one We don’t play the blame game when this sh** go wrong All my trucks are insured, this the real life mob I’m with the Vietnamese, we trade work for some handguns Jewish lawyers on retainer, if the man comes The feds pulled me off the plane, it wasn’t random I stay away from the iPhone and Samsung Remember Rico, and them cats out in chico With the Cali-o-pheno and the root beer Regal Nah, not Tone from Mendocino But the cat, with the packs, I like to call Pellegrino He’s a snitch, [?] Burry him in Mississippi And burn all his clothes, lose his teeth in the city My whole team gets busy, and Greed rules everything around me (really, really) This a motherf**ing cartel, God blessed me, and I play my cards well f** a shark, big k**er whale, dipped in water, caught a wave, free Biggavel Greed rules everything around me Yeah, greed rules everything around me I said, greed rules everything around me Greed rules everything around me Dolla, dolla You see that pack ain’t show up, your man might fold up And you was outside and saw the van when it rolled up We had the south in our hands, wait hold up The 2×4 behind the door ain’t hold up Best friends burn bridges And working with your fam’ is really bad for business Don’t get caught up with the cut and the b**hes It lonely in the cage, noone comes to visit, noone comes to visit (no one) Greed rules everything around me Trust don’t get left in the dust, with the losers and the smucks We into livin’ plush plus everything deluxe I got a bussdown Philipe for me, winnin’ is a must Six trucks in Atlanta on ice In July I raise the price, got the game from Mr. Nice (RIP) Harlem Nights, H-Town where you at? Put Gelato on the map, left town and brought it back Make an M and throw it in the ground Then I pull a handful out the pound We the kings of the underground That’s why I don’t leave the house without a 100 rounds Greed rules everything around me Yeah, greed rules everything around me Dolla, dolla Yeah, greed rules everything around me Yeah, greed rules everything around me I said, greed rules everything around me Greed rules everything around me Dolla, dolla, yeah