Pre (Original)

[Intro: SK Laflare] Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh It's money, it's money, it's money It's money, it's money, all day, all day Ugh [Verse 1: SK Laflare] Baby girl, what you want to do? (Do) Hop in this 'Cedes, girl (Girl) She like, "Where we going to?" A new life, new world (World) Pop that molly, we hardbody (Body) Glocks hot as Kemosabe ('Sabe) He said that he wanted beef So we fed him hollows and got it poppin' (Got it) Fear and ego is the enemy (Uh-huh) You ain't got to pretend with me I need the wool (Wool), I'ma skin the sheep (Sheep) And take the bull, skin it to the meat You full of shit, we in too deep I do this, she knew the deep Like two feet, Flare two-time She wanna kick it like Bruce Lee (Ugh) Brought you in, I'll take you out (Out) Ball like Tim then I weighed it out It's no work, we sling through droughts The life of me, I'm just hangin' out Don't get comfortable and lay on the couch I don't wanna see your ass layin' down Pop that pussy, twerk somethin' 'Cause most of these bitches work for nothin' Paid your dues, while you paid in full I can't wait to win, you wait to lose Your mind of a failure, hate rules When you settle for what you hate to do I go the extra mile, I'm with the extras Extended clips shoot through your necklace Leave you breathless, that Tec is restless 'Cause all my children need the best, bitch I need that Rothschild money (Money), the top is sunny (Sunny) I seen the light (Light), and you blocked it from me (Light) But I found my way (Way) to the top, I'm comin' (Comin') Got that smack-dab base (Base), like a rockstar drummer [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt & Frank Ocean] I'm a problem to niggas Pop artillery, the carbon is with 'em Starving to hit 'em, spar with a nigga Just watch, I'ma kill 'em all in a minute It's the ticket-dodgin' aristocrat New bitch, whip with the system slaps Mister slide in and skimp the sack Nigga hit the function with a pick and axe My nigga, miss me with the bullshit Right here, right ear got a pesto blunt Why that shit got a young nigga Velcro stuck Why your bitch go down when the sess go up Hard as armed services, y'all might have heard of him Escobarbarian, best call the lawyers up Bruh, the broad Aryan, know the squad loiterers Not with the grain and these bitch niggas' wishes Dealt with addiction Fell for the bitch with the pale butter skin who just packed up and dipped (Hol' up) In the land of the rent-less (Holup) Stand with my chips in a stack and a grin (Hold up) Fuck 'em [Verse 3: Frank Ocean] An hour ago, I was in Tokyo Just landed out in [?] Big jet with the WiFi Time change ain't shit to me Three cars that I can't drive, brag Bavarian brand, it's like apple to me I'm seated under the branch, where shade happen to be Fruit fell from the sky, I found gravity... Gravity... hmm [Bridge: Frank Ocean] The theories is dead, don't fuck with the feds They took over tech, to fuck with your mind... You smokin' that hash, I fuck with the grass But get on your job, don't play with your time... The theories is dead, don't fuck with the feds They took over tech, to fuck with your mind... You smokin' that hash, I fuck with the grass But get on your job, don't play with your time... Fuck with your time... Fuck with your time... Fuck with your time... [Outro] *A man getting viciously stabbed to death*