Travolta Lyrics - Gangland - Chevy Woods

As I look off the balcony 

Smokin' this reefer 

Countin' the root of all evil 

But the supreme, the controller of everything 

To all mighty dollar 

Flick my ashes 

I'm livin' the fast life 

Don't nobody want me to put my brakes on 

Got the money, I'm just silent, tryna make some 

Count it up, all my niggas get into it, get into it 

And we're just tryna keep the paper pillin' on 

You know oh oh, you know oh oh 

And they worry about another nigga's pockets 

No, not at all 

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Tryna double the work, quadruple my dollars 

Old school with my chick, she say she love the empower 

All the work at that scene, some of the props are them jewels 

Smokin' them cookies, sippin' champ while watchin' the news 

I told 'em I gotta shouldn't be trippin' at all 

I watch you niggas blow it, wanna just run to the mall 

Could tell you I ball, but you see the soup 

That mean I could coach you niggas so play the recruit 

She walk it over on the platter when it's lunch time 

And got a blueprint if ever hear 'bout one time 

She know I'm motivated by a Franklin face 

Eatin' bread cuz a nigga got a money taste 

Like diamonds reflectin', they tellin' I hustle 

Door tillin' the frames, can't tell 'bout my struggle 

The gang's a bitch, a lot of ups and downs 

Ride past what you're chewin' before you spill around 

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I'm livin' the fast life 

Don't nobody want me to put my brakes on 

Got the money, I'm just silent, tryna make some 

Count it up, all my niggas get into it, get into it 

And we're just tryna keep the paper pillin' on 

You know oh oh, you know oh oh 

And they worry about another nigga's pockets 

No, not at all 

As I sip on this gin and think of my homies 

Who don't fuck with them pigs and you niggas baloney 

Lot of work in past, lot of cash and count it 

Shit the niggas was grown and I was allowed around it 

Dice game, seen money all across the floor 

Now I'm flyin overseas, all across the shore 

I mean they had everything but they lost it all 

No more hope draze, remember how I used to ball? 

You know, night after night, givin' niggas numbers 

8 Game had them lookin' for me in the summer 

I was gettin' bread, that was my profession 

Schoolin' niggas up and down the court, givin' lessons 

So if you ballin', nigga do that 

Cuz these niggas a shoot, don't care where the hoop at 

And nowadays everybody plan Nino 

But remember all ahead after end, let this thing go 

I'm livin' the fast life 

Don't nobody want me to put my brakes on 

Got the money, I'm just silent, tryna make some 

Count it up, all my niggas get into it, get into it 

And we're just tryna keep the paper pillin' on 

You know oh oh, you know oh oh 

And they worry about another nigga's pockets 

No, not at all