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[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott] Wake up, thank God for my pay stub Collect my peso Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals Fourty ounces by the case loads Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll Okay, there it go [Verse 1: Meechy Darko] If money be the dream, my nigga, stay lucid If pussy be your hustle, mami, keep that thing juicy While Vegas was built off the money of losers For paper I shoot marvelous, Stanley Kubrick Benjamin Franklin, my guardian angel If I see Jesus, I'm taking his halo So I can pawn it and make a few pesos He who your starve with, your team will be stable Pass me the OE, pass me a tab Pass me a blunt, I won't pass that shit back Pass me a gat and a ski mask I click-clack, rat-tat-tat, give me that cash Stole Diddy's check book and I signed an autograph For ten MAC-11s and a No Limit tank (Bout It) This is World War 3, is you ready? (Doubt it) My wallet gon' buzz, never snooze, cuz [Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott] Wake up, thank God for my pay stub Collect my peso Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals Fourty ounces by the case loads Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll Okay, there it go [Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott] This alarm got me turned up plenty Want to be the shit, but the world won't love me Hit my jack, then twenty minutes, I'ma hit you back Count a stack, money made everyday Niggas been payin' ransom notes But only real niggas takin' chances, yo No longer sixteens, I'm free I freestyle to appease the peace And you can freestyle, but you need some beats My performance hella rich and rewardin' And I can't compete when niggas is not all in Good lord, boy gotta get a new crew Lookin' real confused dog, I don't want to lose you No woman want a nigga with no money I'm all in her while she layin' on her tummy Now I'm gon' bust, now I'm gon' bust My vision is distant, is music my drug? [Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott] Wake up, thank God for my pay stub Collect my peso Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals Fourty ounces by the case loads Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll Okay, there it go [Verse 3: AK & ZOMBiE Juice] Know what you in for Young gods in your temple Pull up with the squad, what's the word ho? Plotting on the burb with the Fibonacci curves though I'm Stefan, you Urkel A snake to a gerbil, woah (Lord) Presently the Pres Don't make a nigga get a urge or be the day you be dessert Puffin on some herbs, now I'm one with the earth Top Gun Tom Cruise, watch a nigga go berserk, uh Build the proper spliff, heighten consciousness, don't be counterfeit Use your mind a bit, word of the wise, but I still will profit chips Surf on this tide, we the truth (We got you kid) Stone Gemini tight flows like a tie Light strokes on your wife, still a nigga make her cry Golden inside, we were chose, so let's ride Keep your smoke blowin' high Rep the Coast 'til I die, I, I, I [Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott] Wake up, thank God for my pay stub Collect my peso Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals Fourty ounces by the case loads Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll Okay, there it go [Verse 4: ZOMBiE Juice] I ain't gon' lie, these niggas move funny Zombie, motherfucker, fill the hunger in my belly I ain't on my celly 'less I'm talkin' bout some money Nigga actin' kind of funny, leave him missin' like Sunday Brave boy, smokin' shot for my day one, A1, smoke is strong than I blaze son Murderous shit like the summer of Sam, cha-ka-cha chop leaking blood on your mans Life after death, what were we sayin' Me ‘gainst the world with a blunt in my hand This lethal injection, this music we reppin Straight out the junc thiugh, I always stay humble Ready to rumble, my demons assemble License to ill, license to spill, license to hit any nigga that squeal Ready for war like we I-Israel [Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott] Wake up, thank God for my pay stub Collect my peso Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals Fourty ounces by the case loads Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed Better move when I say so, never move like a payroll Okay, there it go [Verse 5: Issa Gold] Raised up out the ashes, phoenix, young master We spread like cancer through the masses, who gon' pass us? Read the patterns and I handle what I have to Nigga blessed, no stress, stay for my crew Overseas tourin', all the youth they support us Keep my fans focused, raise they mind 'til they soarin' Can't hang with the gods or a gleamin' out lord Keep a clean heart 'til my energy beam strong And I'm winnin' when I see niggas living through they heart And I'm reassuring kids and showing them where they start They can play their part, light illuminate the dark Make 'em see far like they're sitting on the North Star Hot spitter, rise to the top with it Beast Coast hitter, blessed by God's fingers Talkin' 'bout, I dunno when I will stop, nigga Me and weed go together like Biggie and Pac's killings