[VERSE I] Running it up thru the ceiling fan Mucking the money, the bag I don't fumble it Fuck your rebuttal, I'll take the chance Cause I'm running out of this bitch with 4 leaves on the clover My cobra go sleep on the sofa, just soiled her sheets Treating a trick like October The 31st street bossa nova We murder then meet with Jehovah, ambrosia...Learn More