Gary - Pa**TheDutch Master Rod lyrics

Intro: Said these the sounds of the sound Whussup? Yea,yea, yea Verse 1: Who's this calling my phone At eight in the mornin' Trying to get on With more trees to blow Throw my pants on I chase a dollar and a dream Look at me confused Is you a scholar or a fiend? f**, that white talk and that black talk This how we all talk Slang gets pushed out Then come back like boomerangs Or bad karma come to haunt you This is doctor Frankenstein monster Meets ganja with a style so proper I k** rappers These are just the Lego blocks to my life I swear to you, I could build rappers I take a hit Review my competition They facing constipation They ain't drop sh** Chorus x2: All I wanna do is toke with my bros Provoke some hoes And find out where the money stack Broke n***as still broke Hoes gon' keep hoeing Bro, we only care about where the money stay Verse 2: We only care about where the money stay We only care about where the money stay We only care about where the money stay More money More problems coming every other day No money Even more problems going the other way I see they sleep I treat these dreams like a runaway Chase it, till my feet give in I'm gon' forever race Spit my sweet sixteen and celebrate it with the cake No sugar coats I need the frosting on vanilla plates Can't stay the same My only problem is to elevate And that's the end