Flowers Lyrics - Bulletproof Wallets - Ghostface Killah

See me in the club, got a gun on my leg 

Select paper and invade all the illest niggas tally up paid, yo 

Live Crew meeting, laying in the lab with robes of fly Mo 

We hold all niggas eating 

Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up 

Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend 

Eat it raw style like Flounder 

Fucking with mine or how we design my niggas might find ya 

Laying in the Tropics, big dick shit on park 

The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics 

Moving out, coloured Durangos, picture me broke 

That's lbounce 

I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out 

See me in the club, got a gun on my leg 

Select paper and invade all the illest niggas tally up paid, yo 

Live Crew meeting, laying in the lab with robes of fly Mo 

We hold all niggas eating 

Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up 

Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend 

Eat it raw style like Flounder 

Fucking with mine or how we design my niggas might find ya 

Laying in the Tropics, big dick shit on park 

The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics 

Moving out, coloured Durangos, picture me broke 

That's like picture rich niggas with the same coats 

Or rich niggas with the same coke 

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You can catch us cruising, balling a ship, fully equipped 

On a StarTAC, calling a bitch, I'm what you get 

When that Absolut and Hennesey mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!) 

Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate! Ultimate!) 

Rub-a-dub, ass in the club, showing me love 

Saying Peace to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs 

And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose 

Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds 

Louis Rich, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happening? 

Ain't shit, holding my dick, smoking a clip, thanks for asking 

Mashing, the latest fashion 

Dance floor packed in, whites, blacks and latins 

All in together, together for worse or better 

Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical 

Rock, skate, roll, bounce 

I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out 

Photos 

All magazines lay fly life we live 

The lingo was to let y'all niggas know how niggas rep 

I'm set lighting the Purple in a new Lex 

Trifling work, let's murder everything that move on the set 

I better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics (Repeat x4) 

And my mouth stay dry cos I swallow the struggle 

I might connect you to a VCR after they plug you 

I'm not a gangster and I hate thugs too 

I'm just a nigga that paint a picture without a paintbrush too 

Without a paintbrush too 

Bulletproof Wallets, 20 G kitchens sets made out of Korea 

Top Sear, gots to be a lots to see a rocks 

Knots we re'd up behind the stove asking how Maria popped Lea 

Cursed out Nia, burst out her purse 

With the gods you jeer from Star's Pizzeria 

Peace hate to be ya, especially when them shots ring off 

In slow motion when yo' head hit the meter 

You lost two liters, at the same case speeder 

Peter slid through shook 'em down for his reefer 

James chased Theresa with a hatchet on Easter 

Two murders in the hood, we call it double features 

Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher 

After prayer with the preacher, I get skied in the bleachers 

And your girl, I might eat her 

I'm a lover, not a biter 

I still catch her for a pizza 

You can be as good as the rest of 'em or as bad as the worst 

So don't hate me, you better move over yeah! 

You fucking idiots! 

Wallets motherfucker! 

All my shit is bulletproof 

Bulletproof projects, bulletproof wallets 

RAGU, you heard, you bird-ass niggas 

Y'all niggas ain't got a chance 

See me in the club, got a gun on my leg 

Select paper and invade all the illest niggas tally up paid, yo 

Live Crew meeting, laying in the lab with robes of fly Mo 

We hold all niggas eating 

Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up 

Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend 

Eat it raw style like Flounder 

Fucking with mine or how we design my niggas might find ya 

Laying in the Tropics, big dick shit on park 

The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics 

Moving out, coloured Durangos, picture me broke 

That's like picture rich niggas with the same coats 

Or rich niggas with the same coke 

You can catch us cruising, balling a ship, fully equipped 

On a StarTAC, calling a bitch, I'm what you get 

When that Absolut and Hennesey mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!) 

Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate! Ultimate!) 

Rub-a-dub, ass in the club, showing me love 

Saying Peace to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs 

And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose 

Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds 

Louis Rich, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happening? 

Ain't shit, holding my dick, smoking a clip, thanks for asking 

Mashing, the latest fashion 

Dance floor packed in, whites, blacks and latins 

All in together, together for worse or better 

Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical 

Rock, skate, roll, bounce 

I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out 

All magazines lay fly life we live 

The lingo was to let y'all niggas know how niggas rep 

I'm set lighting the Purple in a new Lex 

Trifling work, let's murder everything that move on the set 

I better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics (Repeat x4) 

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You can be as good as the rest of 'em or as bad as the worst 

So don't hate me, you better move over yeah! 

You fucking idiots! 

Wallets motherfucker! 

All my shit is bulletproof 

Bulletproof projects, bulletproof wallets 

RAGU, you heard, you bird-ass niggas 

Y'all niggas ain't got a chance 

See me in the club, got a gun on my leg 

Select paper and invade all the illest niggas tally up paid, yo 

Live Crew meeting, laying in the lab with robes of fly Mo 

We hold all niggas eating 

Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up 

Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend 

Eat it raw style like Flounder 

Fucking with mine or how we design my niggas might find ya 

Laying in the Tropics, big dick shit on park 

The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics 

Moving out, coloured Durangos, picture me broke 

That's like picture rich niggas with the same coats 

Or rich niggas with the same coke 

You can catch us cruising, balling a ship, fully equipped 

On a StarTAC, calling a bitch, I'm what you get 

When that Absolut and Hennesey mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!) 

Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate! Ultimate!) 

Rub-a-dub, ass in the club, showing me love 

Saying Peace to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs 

And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose 

Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds 

Louis Rich, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happening? 

Ain't shit, holding my dick, smoking a clip, thanks for asking 

Mashing, the latest fashion 

Dance floor packed in, whites, blacks and latins 

All in together, together for worse or better 

Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical 

Rock, skate, roll, bounce 

I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out 

All magazines lay fly life we live 

The lingo was to let y'all niggas know how niggas rep 

I'm set lighting the Purple in a new Lex 

Trifling work, let's murder everything that move on the set 

I better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics (Repeat x4) 

And my mouth stay dry cos I swallow the struggle 

I might connect you to a VCR after they plug you 

I'm not a gangster and I hate thugs too 

I'm just a nigga that paint a picture without a paintbrush too 

Without a paintbrush too 

Bulletproof Wallets, 20 G kitchens sets made out of Korea 

Top Sear, gots to be a lots to see a rocks 

Knots we re'd up behind the stove asking how Maria popped Lea 

Cursed out Nia, burst out her purse 

With the gods you jeer from Star's Pizzeria 

Peace hate to be ya, especially when them shots ring off 

In slow motion when yo' head hit the meter 

You lost two liters, at the same case speeder 

Peter slid through shook 'em down for his reefer 

James chased Theresa with a hatchet on Easter 

Two murders in the hood, we call it double features 

Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher 

After prayer with the preacher, I get skied in the bleachers 

And your girl, I might eat her 

I'm a lover, not a biter 

I still catch her for a pizza 

You can be as good as the rest of 'em or as bad as the worst 

So don't hate me, you better move over yeah! 

You fucking idiots! 

Wallets motherfucker! 

All my shit is bulletproof 

Bulletproof projects, bulletproof wallets 

RAGU, you heard, you bird-ass niggas 

Y'all niggas ain't got a chance 

See me in the club, got a gun on my leg 

Select paper and invade all the illest niggas tally up paid, yo 

Live Crew meeting, laying in the lab with robes of fly Mo 

We hold all niggas eating 

Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up 

Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend 

Eat it raw style like Flounder 

Fucking with mine or how we design my niggas might find ya 

Laying in the Tropics, big dick shit on park 

The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics 

Moving out, coloured Durangos, picture me broke 

That's like picture rich niggas with the same coats 

Or rich niggas with the same coke 

You can catch us cruising, balling a ship, fully equipped 

On a StarTAC, calling a bitch, I'm what you get 

When that Absolut and Hennesey mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!) 

Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate! Ultimate!) 

Rub-a-dub, ass in the club, showing me love 

Saying Peace to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs 

And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose 

Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds 

Louis Rich, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happening? 

Ain't shit, holding my dick, smoking a clip, thanks for asking 

Mashing, the latest fashion 

Dance floor packed in, whites, blacks and latins 

All in together, together for worse or better 

Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical 

Rock, skate, roll, bounce 

I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out 

All magazines lay fly life we live 

The lingo was to let y'all niggas know how niggas rep 

I'm set lighting the Purple in a new Lex 

Trifling work, let's murder everything that move on the set 

I better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics (Repeat x4) 

And my mouth stay dry cos I swallow the struggle 

I might connect you to a VCR after they plug you 

I'm not a gangster and I hate thugs too 

I'm just a nigga that paint a picture without a paintbrush too 

Without a paintbrush too 

See me in the club, got a gun on my leg 

Select paper and invade all the illest niggas tally up paid, yo 

Live Crew meeting, laying in the lab with robes of fly Mo 

We hold all niggas eating 

Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up 

Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend 

Eat it raw style like Flounder 

Fucking with mine or how we design my niggas might find ya 

Laying in the Tropics, big dick shit on park 

The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics 

Moving out, coloured Durangos, picture me broke 

That's like picture rich niggas with the same coats 

Or rich niggas with the same coke 

You can catch us cruising, balling a ship, fully equipped 

On a StarTAC, calling a bitch, I'm what you get 

When that Absolut and Hennesey mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!) 

Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate! Ultimate!) 

Rub-a-dub, ass in the club, showing me love 

Saying Peace to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs 

And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose 

Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds 

Louis Rich, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happening? 

Ain't shit, holding my dick, smoking a clip, thanks for asking 

Mashing, the latest fashion 

Dance floor packed in, whites, blacks and latins 

All in together, together for worse or better 

Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical 

Rock, skate, roll, bounce 

I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out 

All magazines lay fly life we live 

The lingo was to let y'all niggas know how niggas rep 

I'm set lighting the Purple in a new Lex 

Trifling work, let's murder everything that move on the set 

I better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics (Repeat x4) 

And my mouth stay dry cos I swallow the struggle 

I might connect you to a VCR after they plug you 

I'm not a gangster and I hate thugs too 

I'm just a nigga that paint a picture without a paintbrush too 

Without a paintbrush too 

Bulletproof Wallets, 20 G kitchens sets made out of Korea 

Top Sear, gots to be a lots to see a rocks 

Knots we re'd up behind the stove asking how Maria popped Lea 

Cursed out Nia, burst out her purse 

With the gods you jeer from Star's Pizzeria 

Peace hate to be ya, especially when them shots ring off 

In slow motion when yo' head hit the meter 

You lost two liters, at the same case speeder 

Peter slid through shook 'em down for his reefer 

James chased Theresa with a hatchet on Easter 

Two murders in the hood, we call it double features 

Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher 

After prayer with the preacher, I get skied in the bleachers 

And your girl, I might eat her 

I'm a lover, not a biter 

I still catch her for a pizza 

You can be as good as the rest of 'em or as bad as the worst 

So don't hate me, you better move over yeah! 

You fucking idiots! 

Wallets motherfucker! 

All my shit is bulletproof 

Bulletproof projects, bulletproof wallets 

RAGU, you heard, you bird-ass niggas 

Y'all niggas ain't got a chance 

You can be as good as the rest of 'em or as bad as the worst 

So don't hate me, you better move over yeah!