GAENG - Fugazi lyrics

[Zaeko] Bring the lo-fi, world wide, time flying right out the door I'm gonna go ride, low ride, honda go straight to Dior I'm on the floor, rolling in paper, doggin the poor, foolin the haters Tommy want more, and I'm gonna cater, robbin the stores and I'll see you later Mami all on me, I'm mobbin in tommy, you fruit of the loom in the street I'm on my feet, flaunting flamingo, a suit on domingo, goodwill with my team Selling shirts, business first, feet beat, hurt, neat Felon lurk, finesse in purple, lean wit a leak, skert, streak [Bishop Malik] Slow down, gotta finesse and make trash into treasure pleasure poppin' gold Hold up, Human Made on me but bathe in Balenciaga droppin' bones Rag on my chest, you are alone I'm with the GAENG, I am Vlone at the best We are [?], don't f** with nobody buddy-buddy ever ever have friends Ended up popping my pockets, broke as f** broke and then nauseous Onto the talkin' that raw sh**, locking it down for some nonsense Get fresh, we the best, clothes in the wash I'ma do it again Slow down, slow down, sharp as f**, knifing n***as how I'm dressed (woo) [Hook, Kell] I got money, I got money Fathered the style, yet they callin' me sonny Said I got money, I got money I got money (bit-) I got money (yee-) [Kell] I got runny noses wipe that sh** off in my $5 t-shirt Man this is just a teaser my style finna make your knees hurt Got the boots on to break your teeth in, make your mouth say Timber Tattered up Levis with my Sk8-Hi's for my nightly bender Ayo Kell, where's your head gone? I don't know, but I'm still flex on Still looking good with them retail checks, yet I don't got a rolex on I don't rock a brand on my chest, I ain't a billboard boy You ain't rockin' sh** at all, that's why you're still bored boy [Hook, Kell] I got money, I got money Fathered the style, yet they callin' me sonny Said I got money, I got money I got money (bit-) I got money (yee-)