Boing Boing Lyrics - Cheat Codes

Z-E-R-O-S, that's right 

I pay way too much for my flights 

I pay way too much on my clothes 

I'm just too damn cool for these hoes 

Someone please just hand me my phone 

So I can get back into my zone 

Everyone just leave me alone 

I'm just way too lit for this 

All I ever wanted was a handful of 100's 

All I ever need was a girl who could see the 

Gold on my neck, boy, I ain't tryna flex 

But I'm shinin' so hard, even blind people see it 

Steppin' out the wagon, it's 200 thousand 

Bright red paint, got it lookin' like a dragon 

That's what you get from a hard day of trappin' 

I'm lit, man, it's all just [?] 

Don't that shit sound familiar? 

Lame-ass rhymes these rap dudes deliver 

Can't trust y'all, I stay live, familiar, knock down walls 

Nigga, break down the pillars, hands to the ceiling 

Hands in the air, spread that wealth, throw them bands everywhere 

Material shittin' on royalty 

Suck this dick, baby, I'ma shoot gold in your hair 

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Welcome to the land of the greed 

Welcome to the home of the slave 

Run up in your house while you sleep 

What's the number to the muhfuckin' safe? 

Niggas goin' from the cradle to the grave 

You done fucked around and stumbled in the cave 

'Bout to go Django unchained 

Girls do anything to get backstage 

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Money ain't everything, but Pops taught me how to stack green up 

[?] high school friends selling 

drugs out the same house where I grew up 

That's how you really give back to your community 

I don't settle for less than getting what I need 

I know people that's locked up for only using weed 

How did Hilary get immunity, huh? 

Hahaha, I don't know why that's funny 

Everyday is Halloween, huh? 

Michael Myers, Jamie Lee, huh? 

Freddie Kruger in your dreams, huh? 

Load up clips and make a scene, huh? 

They puttin' lies on the screen, black and gold everything 

We going crazy, we jump around like marines 

We rage against the machine, nigga, we the kings 

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