Yung Davon - Wall Street lyrics

[Verse 1: Geo] My Wall Street bros are the f**in' raddest Always bringing thick b**hes known as the baddest f**ing hoes every time, make sure she's the loudest Coke so white, even our parents are the proudest I'm a coke snortin' bloke off of honor roll Went from nobody to making money with all the hoes When I arrive all the models act like addicts for dope You and your lady friend can come, everyone else behind the rope Geo Corleone, suits on suits like a mobster Got so many hoes you'd think its an NBA roster And unfortunately for them it's only the p**y, I slaughter I guess you could call me the Modern Day Monster Geo but they really call me Bruce Wayne I popped more cherries than people pop new years champagne Everywhere from California to the edge of Maine It's the only thing curing me of this damn pain I was born a spaniard ba*tard Got seven new whips, I'm a slave f**in' master Drinking and driving no caution for disaster 'Cause Geo's become the new headmaster Everything I touch is gold, call me King Midas Scratch that, trained over 300 hoes, call me Leonidas I'm the one motherf**ers love seeking for guidance Liberating them of any damn crisis [Interlude: Geo] I popped some champagne and I down it with a bottle of xans I'm riding with WS 'cause of the gold plated tinted out vans k**in' everybody from Chile to Kazakhstan Now let's take a damn trip to Japan 'Cause rap game King Arthur's come to slay Anybody opposing, I'll smoke 'em like an ashtray Motherf**ers better learn not to disobey 'Cause Wall Street got the temper of a recent divorcee [Verse 2: Lovell] Yo I'm destroying yo b**h a**, ain't even 21 I be the savage, you be the pilots son You don't understand that your raps are sh**ty You the kind of b**h to bump to owl city Your voice is nasty, got a rusty throat? Man, I can hit the bottom of the highest note I'm that amazing, sparkling and shiny like window glazing n***as try audition for my spot, "Ok, sing!" I'm representing Wall Street, ya'll see? Come beef with those f**ers, if you tryna get at me And then you realize, "Where the f** my b**h be?" She be s**ing on my wall meat, underneath the wall sheets Yo, I'm the kinda ba*tard not asking for no raise As soon as I enter the building I get praise From my n***as, Debley, Versace, Geo I be dodging all the bullets in the streets, call me Neo You f**ers really tryna at me? Unbelievable You're the kinda n***as are so easily deceivable I'm not a nazi, contrast to some belief But I'm a chief, and I ain't talking about my boy Keef [Verse 3: YUNG DAVON] Imagine a world without a gf, that's a world a n***a live in You can find me in my room or you can find me in the kitchen Cookin' doge potion sauce I swear that's how a n***a livin' Sell it on the block to all the junkies and the children 13 for a gram i swear I'm making all these funds And then I got the rubber band the adderall up in my gum Addy boy that's for life and you bet it's something special Hit the doge on ya b**h she said you're not on my level I got a minion in my pants, a million rubber bands Bettin' I'm sweatin' that you can never see these hands Bettin' I'm flexin' that you can never reach these bands n***as be testin' I got the heat up in the pants Uhhhh Bet I'm off the goop too f** it, steal your post and your f**ing b**h too I'm tryna do the most I ain't see no issue And the days are few, tryna grind it to the grit too [Verse 4: Val DeWar] I'ma save this song Bailouts motherf**er it won't take that long Just long enough for me to take the thong Off of ya shorties arm 'Cause she don't use underwear (At least not down there) haha! Man women are one of many things we ain't patient with Just like cash if she not tryna get it then she gotta split Time is money, anything goes against both? That's it 'Cause in this land of suits and ties we can always buy tits We got bread for coke don't we? Pa** the brown and white Whole grain or not it's inside me tonight Along with any ol' drug you can mix with sprite And a dyke? Or two, they'll take ya green But more importantly, you'll take they self esteem All the money comes around in our economy Listen here it's Wall Street, Wall Street We pay the politicians So they don't say nothing that's gone start sedition It's Wall Street, Wall Street Two loaves of bread How much ya house worth to the numbers in my head Geo? He asked for thirty two lines I don't got no boss so I did 'em myself I had E, H, pins, and the white And a couple roxies, I was feeling right So, I figured it's time to write the sickest lines with the weakest rhymes From the wicca wicca time, yo that's all mine From the salt to the gold mines From the back till it's go time I own all I want And the firm got my back so I'll never get caught UGH!