Fist Full Of Dollars Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

yeah, you hear me spit...never on time, always late 

False dreams, and every thing's on a triple beam 

its like a holiday scheme with these ends 

in the car I lean 

money infatuated, killer intimidated, illegally motivated 

the reveran like a cutty that bangs on the block 

baby, can i have your keys i hate to pick your lock 

snappin like a gator never waitin like a waiter 

cherry is my flavor, when it comes to now and laters 

when it comes to gettin greedy, man i get green eyes 

man i getta get it like muslim sling pies 

cuttin in line, just to get mine 

tiga i feel that, waitin is a crime 

arrest me, cuff me, bail me 

rap is money baby, it never failed me 

im like an antique that zips through the streets 

lickin my tongue at little kids 

the lucky motivater when it comes to makin paper 

man you can keep your money, but i really need a fader 

hot like potatoes, hair in the jaders 

wavvves that make u sick like a sailor 

dont ask about the woman, 'cause im married to the rap 

dont have to say i love you when we love it like that 

and im chillin like the number one chilla 

around some cats that shoot more things than reggie miller 

nicky you a real rap dealer, i drank my drank hit the dank, give a pound and say my nigga 

the situation make me quiver 

the hotter the cap but the rap coast deal make a nigga shiver 

and like pizza i deliver 

cop your rock, hit the block the mother fucker dont short stop 

do you know when you goin black, its like a rememerance of a diana ross track 

you know i gotta foss that 

boss that 

cross that 

see in the eye of the devil 

loss that 

yeah, it gets hot in the room 

like the wicked witch, i gotta jump the broom, screamin fuck you by the light of the moon 

custom fit like a brand new bra 

i hate to break the rules but i love to break the law 

get caught 

gotta lie like a veteran, in the bathtub screamin Fly Pelicans!