Fist Full Of Dollars Green Eyes - Andre Nickatina

Boss dreams and everything on a triple beam

It’s like a holiday scheme with wicked fiends

In a car I lean, money infatuated

The skrilla intimidated, illegally motivated

Revvin' like a cutty that bang 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

And I gotta get it like Muslims slang 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’ll never fail me

I’m like an antique that zip through the streets

Lickin' my tongue at little kids

The lucky motivator when it comes to makin' paper

Man you can keep your money cause I really need a fader

Hot like potatoes, hair in your gators

Waves that make ya sick like a sailor

Don’t ask about my woman cause I’m married to the rap

Don’t have to say «I love you», and we love it like that

And I’m chillin like the number one chiller

Around some cats that shoot more thangs than Reggie Miller

Nicky you a real rap dealer

I dranks my drank, hit the dank, give a pound and say «My nigga»

The situation make me quiver

The hotter the cap for the rap, cold steel will make a nigga shiver

And like pizza I deliver

Cop your rocks, hit the block, and mothafucka don’t short stop

Do you know where you going back, it’s like a reminisce of a Diana Ross track

You know I gotta floss dat, boss dat, cross dat

See the eye of the devil if I lost dat

Yeeuh, it gets hot in the room

Like a 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' «Flyyy pelicans!»