dust

Singer: belly

look

you know what it is

four wheeler

jet skis

puerto rican waters

cash for foreigns

call me aston martin lawrence

florence the machine

hunnid round machine of florence

in the hood robbin'

robin hood feed the homeless

don't seek in them seekin' homies

jay

wes and otis

rip top on my wrist and lotus

hurricane chris left hook

westbrook

diamond chains have you lookin' like sticky fingaz

i be wrist with the technique

my v103 like bread street

that's straight cash

me and belly with a hunnid arabs

40 sound like a plane crash

i can't get away

money keep on falling

every time i try to leave it alone

i swear it keep on calling

i can't get away

keep on falling

every time i try to leave it alone

i swear it keep on calling

i've been reala

my pen illa'

you softer than ben stiller and a chinchilla

sim simma

sim simma

who got the keys to my beamer

the alpine

fuck the clout we define the culture

so they keep us in the vault just to sign the vultures

designer holsters

ferragamo loafers

over time

still balling thought my time was over

look

up north i'm the soya and the duck sauce

tryna shake the paranoia from the drugs off

no love lost

but you know that love costs

you made me go and get my heart and knock the dust off

dust

dust off

dust

dust off

shoulders

dust off

shake the motherfucking dust off

i can't get away

money keep on falling

every time i try to leave it alone

i swear it keep on calling

i can't get away

keep on falling

every time i try to leave it alone

i swear it keep on calling

keep on calling

keep on calling

keep on calling

keep on calling

keep on calling

keep on calling

keep on calling

keep on calling

dust

dust

dust

dust off

dust

dust

dust

dust off

keep on calling

keep on calling

keep on calling

shake the motha fuckin' dust off

the heal of the god