Dennis Rodman - Ta'East, Skeme

It’s like my money got a mind of its own, a grind of its own

I’m the man of the year turning dimes into gold

You busters of the year turning diamonds to stone

I’m the only nigga known turning dime chicks to hoes

Turn 'em out, turn 'em out, I’ma die flipping coins

But I’ll drop it all tomorrow taking high risks to blow

It’s like Independence Day how I firework the flow

My former girls in a trans;

this that Shia Lebouf flow

Oh my God his closet cluttered, got more Jordans than Jordan

I’ll cut you 'bout my profit, I hustle like Rodman

Ralph Lauren sure to fit custom how I like it

All them other boys stay dusty like Hoffman

Stop it, fly shit, I’m cleaner than a seersucker

Ain’t a nan-nother got a better feel for this

Rather have my back on the wall than caught slipping from behind

I’m lifting to the sky when I’m picking up the grind

Get it from the bottom, take it to the top

Cover all bases, think of something fly

Watch these niggas follow, demand and supply

Re up on ya product, make it multiply

Now my money making money (making my money make money) 3x

Watching my money make money (watching my money make money)

VERSE II- Ta’East:

Trying to buy some property, it’s all about location

In the hills it ought to be, it’s all about no neighbors

Independent artist but it’s all about donations

I write this from the heart in me, it’s all about notation

Got a tropic chick massaging me look like she from Barbados

Niggas half-ass taking shots at me, they warned y’all about no chasers

You’re a steamboat to the yacht in me, don’t care about no anchor

I guess that’s just the boss in me, my flair is just so tailored

So don’t bump heads with no stranger, never get comfortable with no favors

I’d rather make way and make change daily and have to (two) check (s) in like

probation

They understanding me like ovations, you’re forgettable like cold cases

She’s said «name the time and place» because I’m edible like arrangements

That’s a hell of a proposition I might have to make a trip for

So now she’s licking on the YKK on my zipper, open up

Some things are caught and some things are taught

Some things are hot and some things are not

VERSE III- Skeme:

Look, trap check, I got money on me

Tell a hoe I’m paid, track star run it for me

Polo logos on everything I’m wearing and I hope you talking dollars,

that’s the only thing I’m hearing

I ain’t worried, bitch I’m getting paid

Handling biz over here now nigga find somewhere to play

Lil' nigga, you’s a lil' nigga, now tell ya bitch to bust is open for a real

nigga

Homies call me five like 4 plus 1, and rappers pussy but I ain’t trying touch

none

Tell a bad bitch like «come here» cuz I’m trying fuck something

If she get inside this car I tell that bitch don’t touch nothing

All star Krooked, balling like a vet

She wanna lay up with me, I’ma hit it we can bet

Benz fast through the lane and got a mean first step

Swoosh league swag, all the boy see is checks