Ron Gilmore - Ceelo With the G's lyrics

[Verse 1] Ceelo with the G's Put the paper down, rake the leaves Piece of little weed n***a break it down, pick the seeds Fiend, roll a swisher please No promethazine, got amphetamines Got me on a devil lean Sahara to the Gobi n***as know me to be hot as water Say, "Trust me, he flows" Not livin' for tomorrow, got no time to borrow b**h, I rep my borough Yeah, trust me Queens know f** a knight in shining armor, play for team No Daughters What this game has done taught us is "Trust me, she blows" Stop makin' demands, b**h stay in your pocket She eyein' my grands, b**h stay out my pocket She eyein' my man, go ahead b**h rock it We get it and split it, I never could knock it I look at the bar and I bet I could top it [Hook 2x] Hundred racks just to drive off a lot, though Scenic route just to dodge all the potholes 20 racks at retail, isn't it? Cause the devil's in the details, isn't it? [Verse 2] Ceelo with the G's Put the paper down, rake the leaves Here's a lil' weed n***a break it down, pick the seeds Fiend, roll a swisher please Cause the mook it give me epiphany When hoes try to play me like tympani Like Mighty Kong, show me finer homes And designer stones, I want Tiffany's Told her find a clone, I know I'm kind of stoned No trick b**h, you can't get wit' me Cause I found my zone Had to put on a form, a good fit for me I seldom see myself in dreams I live this sh**, no issues wit' my self-esteem Tunnel vision, hear every station Yo television, I failed to mention Frail attention in school, dog Failed attention, that rude boy Fire lit by my crew boy To acquire sh** that I'm due boy [Hook] [Verse 3] Fall back or pa** through Matter fact, that n***a that ga**ed you was a** too Son, we gon' last like tattoos Ho n***a get a gla** shoe, why? You can try it, but you can't high tie it That sh** weak and you can't fight fire I've been wired for days, out in London town I just lock sh** down but I ain't got priors Feelin' like the best, n***a ain't that biased? f**, try it straight to the head but I ain't Lem Bias From the ground up, to them telephone wires I hold down my city since Boys on Da Block They gave me the key, I done blown all the locks Called a committee, Queens in this b**h I hit all the spots, I brought all them with me Never been petty, don't got the time to be harboring envy I'm Fendi with mine Gucci, b**h I got the plug, I got whatever you need, but I ain't got no love Got something to say? I don't hear it, I can't understand Your chatter don't make it across the Atlantic and I'm out in Europe I'm wit' all my n***as, I never take this sh** for granted The cards have been handed, deuces is wild Deuces is power, deuces like two hundred twenty two thou Deuces for love, Cut it though deuces I'm out I'm out I'm out