High Stakes
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Lyrics
Walk in the room and I know they all know And if they don't know, put on a little show Leave someone close cold dead in the snow Ice cold like a brain freeze, make them say "woah" When your wallet's this green you always gotta go Keep your mind real clean keep your pockets out the blow Give my bro a check pay rolling out the dough Everyone I'm with, head down, move slow Fat cat, who watches his weight All I did was call up, now I hold a fat stake Big stakes getting me a house on a lake All you guys big fakes, don't make no mistakes This ain't all we do, fuck all the critics More than one front man, check the analytics This money's got me turning my back on the misses Got a high PH 'cause I'm super acidic (What?) What does PH mean? "Penis hat"? Constantly change where I'm spending all my weekends at Never get used to where I happen to be sleeping at Moving so much been up and down the east and back No time to chat gotta keep it moving fast Flying first class, whole team top brass Money in the stash, duffle bag full of cash Thinking about the past, broke another glass He's just some Forex trader with no clear major Call him the savior like born in a manger Hit me on my pager, get back to you later Handcannon, pockmarks, face full of craters Well, time to pack up and leave Bombs been planted like a hand full of seeds Got guys on the corner like, "Man, what do you need?" It's all wealth to me, don't give a damn 'bout greed, and He's not no big-nose kike, though Like a synagogue when they write the late night shows Goldberg, Bernstein, listen here, Shlomo Get your things, I think it's time for you to go home Sorry Went against the plan Sick of the headlines on the papers at the stand "Extree, extree", it's all a big scam Publishing lies to make a couple hundred grand What's a man to do in a world like this? Live my whole life to get burnt to a crisp They open their mouth to regurgitate shit With some coins in my fist, a .45 on my hip What's a man to do in a world like this? Live my whole life to get burnt to a crisp They open their mouth to regurgitate shit With some coins in my fist, a .45 on my hip (You think I give a shit?) (Really kidding yourself if you think I give a fuck, huh?) (Really kidding yourself if you think we give a fuck, woah)
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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:32
- Key
- 2
- Tempo
- 153 BPM