The Mad Rapper - All About the Benjamins (2 Minutes) lyrics

[Verse 1: Tevyn Jynx] Cop the Rari push bu*ton like Ataris Pack another bowl, nother nug, Gallanari Colder than Denver, colder than December 21, 2012, just in case you like numbers Party in my bed just in case you like slumbers She don't wear any under gotta slide her the cucumber Word life, cough once hit the urb twice So many bars I probably should've earned my third strike For the strong from 5 to 6 we'll be at Bobby's Obviously y'all are weak like 7 days, Tevyn in 8th grade Cla** of freshmen, it's cla**y how we dress man You don't really have no style, you just hang with Yes-Men Come correct friend, if you ain't got no bars 1-800 call Collect then I'm collectin, mad respect check my work ethics Write a verse in 60 seconds No exaggeration, rap a**ignation 82-game 2K a**ociaton You don't play on hall of fame yet you got game? Please n***a, Miami Heat team picker Write about whatever, but twist it so it sound clever Abstract rappin, make your brain take a trip like its back packin Took a trip down to Irving now I'm back packin, headin off Denton Got a 10am I'm f**in contemplating skippin [Verse 2: Jay Luse] Flow nasty, spit pa**ion, got you lovin it Call me McNasty not my government Style hella dope Channel Uno Cero, new dinero n***a we the young pharaohs, ride on North Carroll To my man's spot gotta get that 4 deep in the 'Yota you can call it what you wanna Man on a mission man I'm cooking up the vision On tour with some Swisha man she Sweet when I kiss her But f** it she a flippa, dick her, never love her Young cool brotha, man I'm smooth undercover Fellas, all my fellas, all my fellas gotta watch out for hoes Main hoes, side hoes coming from the side door Hit you with some slick sh** Snow in the Bluff cause you never gon' cuff f** it that's tough, blame it on us, blame it on love Hate it or not, I'm all in her gut, and she liking that spot Hot dammit, all our flows organic Derived from the best still y'all n***as can't stand it Bandit, stealing flows, sh** I'll hand it Lyrical gifted, spit verse swift-lay Me and Chill-ay did a relay on this beat hey Now me and Teezy had to body this, what a field day 2 Minutes motherf**er (dos minutos muhf**er)