Chris Brown - Green Goblin lyrics

rate me

One time for B.I.G

Wave a finger front to back

I ain't gotta tell you where i'm from, you see it on my cap

501's on my leg

Polo men on my tee

Jordan aint no kiddin me

But I keep 'em on my feet

I like a big ghetto booty on a P.Y.T

With a 5th Ave S.W.A.G

Something just like me

Buy and sell Gucci

I like them girls in Louis V

Red bottoms Lue B's

Two fingers to the G's

What it is, what it be

If you ballin' rasie ya bottom and yell "FREE TUNECHI"

Free, Free Tunechi

Till they free Tunechi

I'm Q-Vision in the club

Watch me make a movieI like girls in Louis V

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I got money

Money no problem

Love doing math

So it’s money I’m solving

Never ever stopping

But these niggers better copping

So I’m ugly with the money

Ugly ugly Green goblin

F**k them other haters cause I'm down for my n****s

I got money in my pockets so there's no room for your digits

I be in and outta state, err'day a different place

And I be hittin' home runs while you still on second base

You boy be poppin' them bottles of Rozay,

F**kin' models in every single damn way

No offense to ugly women but I need a pretty face

If you skinny or eat plenty it don't matter either way

Cause I'am get it, hit it, quit it then I pass you off to Jae... Millz

Speed racer on the track call me Hot Wheels

Them bullets long like fries, get a Happy Meal

Black Card, Red Chucks, Batman & Robin

Spider-man eatin' up the money, Green Goblin

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Till I die I'm uptown and dead prezzys what I'm countin' in

Cut milli-mountsins, n***a what you know about 'em

So Harlem 'till I go

F**k a stylist, I be stylin'

Comin' down 125th, paper plated drop wildin'

He sreamin' till it's easy, love me or leave me

For New York Free Remy and for YM Free Weezy

Me and C. Breezy, Chubby Chuck TZ's

We on that cherry carpet while you watchin' us on TV

Trust me I'm mountain clean, if the boy in my regime

On stage I’m poison, Hot Tub Time Machine

Yeah, Yeah

The all doubtin' but they favorite slouchin'

And all I got for these n****s is flames, douse 'em

Who want test me, get off the express way

This is not an Esther, n****s it's an XJ

Swag freakin' American, tatted like an …

Take your ass directly to the morgue is what my chest say

Yes Jay, yes Jay, stunt like Harlem taught you

My diamonds stupid bright, Violet Ultra

They all counted me out

They thought Millz was over

But look who's talkin' now mother f**k as, John Travolta

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