Ayepee - $cramble lyrics

[Verse 1: SONNYJIM] I'm in the new BM bumping Brand Nubian Q of peng in the super slim The exclusive elusive prince excuse my french I cop Peruvian and rock the cuban link Kid tuck ya dookie in, the born again Oakland pimp High exhaulted in a golden mink b**h wilin off the leash like a doberman Prince of Zamunda when I preach from my podium Bureaucrat dabbin this imporated hash Got here by wateraft now eat the soft shell tempuara crab The belvedere on ice that blueberry pie Im too weird to live too rare to die Take a look at shorty She say love my story, and if I get nicked shell cover for me Life is hunkydory I'm in the german whip something sporty Hit a lick and send some money to my uncle Paulie I'm powerlifting til the albums finished For now its all about the vegetables and salmon fillets I'm a gambler fam I do it how my daddy it And this is hometown family business Trees are twisted like Neneh Cherry talkin 80/20 With a dime that's down to dyke it out like Katy Perry She been good since day she met me, life is good I blaze the henry while she make spaghetti [Hook / Scratches x2] (Prodigy/Havoc) Life is a gamble, we scramble for money I might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny My theme is all about making the green Living up in luxury, pushing phat whips and living comfortably [Verse 2: Da$H] f**ing on a damsel in distress, I'm just another manic that's depressed Smoking cannabis to cancel out my stress My hoes is saying I'm a mess, counting money, know I'm caring less Doing chowder while the xanax getting pressed I'm just a trap n***a rapping, known to make it happen Mr. 'fore he started asking questions, started clapping The captain of the pirate ship, been on this wyling sh** Half these f*ggots need a motherf**ing stylist Same outfit three weeks, I probably got more in my pockets than your album did You motherf**ers counterfit Don't need an ounce, I need a pound of it Shopping for hammers, thinking 'bout what type of rounds to get Our problems ain't the same, a product of the game Counting change, f** a hoe, don't even know her name The devil don't sleep, and neither do I Never do speak, cause n***a I'm high Ready to die like Christopher Wallace, we pitching that product You n***as is watchers, got coppers for coppers If it's 'bout money than holla, n***a, n***a Yeah, you know that it's Dolla, sh**, if it's 'bout money then holla, n***a [Hook / Scratches x2] (Prodigy/Havoc) Life is a gamble, we scramble for money I might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny My theme is all about making the green Living up in luxury, pushing phat whips and living comfortably