Oil Sheen (Grease Monkeys)

[Chorus: Boldy James]

We droping bags, counting stacks, we keep winnin'

I gotta laugh, not bad for some street niggas

We poppin' tags, rockin' premium denim

If you bought this cash, then my nigga let's get it

Drop out at 14, gettin' street money

Doin' the Charlie Sheen on these fucking grease monkeys

Got love for these streets, and these streets love me

I'm going Charlie Sheen on you fucking grease monkeys

[Verse 1: Fatboi Fresh]

I'm on five times two, with that three times three

On the joint slangin' bows like the UFC

My nigga, you can't kill, but you Crips can't see

I'm on the road doin' shows from Atlanta to Greece

So I be keepin' the peace, they be callin' me Gandh

And once I get in a door, my nigga's comin' behind me

Fuck that they marching beside me

Y'all catchin' one duck and cover

I be keepin' it gangsta, even though I fucks with the brothers

I wear my heart on my sleeves, with my chain on my neck

I put my life on the line, that's how I earn my respect

I'm the best west, yeah, I'm as dope as it get

So get the fuck out the way, or go one, cut me a check

Joe, I flow like a dog, but I be actin' a donkey

Might be fat, might be ugly, but all I pretty ones want

And Joe, these moes swear they gettin' money, that's a leech dummy

I'm in that old school, stuntin' on these grease monkeys

[Chorus: Boldy James]

We droping bags, counting stacks, we keep winnin'

I gotta laugh, not bad for some street niggas

We poppin' tags, rockin' premium denim

If you bought this cash, then my nigga let's get it

Drop out at 14, gettin' street money

Doin' the Charlie Sheen on these fucking grease monkeys

Got love for these streets, and these streets love me

I'm going Charlie Sheen on you fucking grease monkeys

[Verse 2: Boldy James]

Me and my rode dog, [?], on a off the court

Be ballin' on them so hard I caught a charlie horse

I'm on that money train, 10 in my cargo shorts

At the train station, chain swingin' on Nauti' shirt

I need a vacation, I'm takin' off from work

Cause when they need a heavy weight, I'm who they calling first

Still stressing tryin' to make it work

I know I should quit while I'm ahead before y'all niggas in my paperwork

I'm terrified of feds, allergic to the homicide

They got me sweatin' bullets, I'm breakin' out in hives

Soldiers die once, a coward dies a thousand times

I be all for the D, call me Mr. Otta Drive

I talk to Louie P., he'll be outta five

Them boys on the fink choppin' niggas down to size

Block hotter than Detroit in the summertime

That's Southfield Service Drive North M39

[Chorus: Boldy James]

We droping bags, counting stacks, we keep winnin'

I gotta laugh, not bad for some street niggas

We poppin' tags, rockin' premium denim

If you bought this cash, then my nigga let's get it

Drop out at 14, gettin' street money

Doin' the Charlie Sheen on these fucking grease monkeys

Got love for these streets, and these streets love me

I'm going Charlie Sheen on you fucking grease monkeys