Young Chris Flat Line (Ft. Lloyd Banks)
on my loose sleeves, senator
money and blue don't bomb on my true speed
feeling malibu breeze bad bitches and cookies
wait too cooler be booby down to the shoe strings one of the few kings
where there's no telling whatever brings
30k on my mood ring, 30 play how we do things, burn new ways with the blue flames
who trained on your lane, come steal a crazy out till you sang
it's getting easy, i flipped in the media, money's the only medicine
medicine all we needing it, laws only to bore, i'm shitting on you for autumn
been to hell and back up, here's your morning money, chance weather, big bills
you can feel like it's pouring, thunder and hell storming on the first thing in the morning
morning might be hella icey, i should n..ers that wanna knife me
trying to strike me don't play games, no religion campaign, we should be feeling the same thing
you get nothing you maintain, not in my wonderful marriage, i'm hooked but i ain't mad at you
look, establish the crooks what i needed for playing about the books
decided that we hollow in here, you can keep the love my heart don't need it
out the bottom completed, shoes calls calls evens, yeah, yeah.