Holiday (feat. Akapellah)

Get on down
Because I'm ghetto crew
So money on my mind
The way a gangsta moves baby
Get on down
Because I'm ghetto crew
So money on my mind
The way a gangsta moves baby

I'm going from the backstreet
Watch me on the traffic
I'm the Daddy for the bosses at the party
I'm still on the mission to become a millionaire
Bless my people and may the weed never be missing
I always smell like success, Machiavellian style
You never jump, I take all the credit
Exclusive, another track that's unpublished
What happens if Venezuela steps on Mexico
I'm a flow dealer, Boy Killa
I have them in my sights and you can't even imagine
What we have is more gold than a mine
Leaving a mark wherever my Nikes walk

Get on down
Because I'm ghetto crew
So money on my mind
The way a gangsta moves baby
Get on down
Because I'm ghetto crew
So money on my mind
The way a gangsta moves baby

On the sidewalk causing trouble
Chilling looking for riddles
The freshest of the 3K
Is in my thing
Dial zero and tell them I've fulfilled
B has called but another has been offered
This is my style
Gangster in the street
If it's not crazy, I don't know what it's doing here
Gray
And everything I touch turns to gold
I put on the most Felon, I also know how to play in the mud
Dickies for my collection
And for my stress some Malboro
For my haters with love
Good luck is in everything
Hey Dude
Feel the THUMP
Mami come
Mine dreaming big with the king's throne

Get on down
Because I'm ghetto crew
So money on my mind
The way a gangsta moves baby
Get on down
Because I'm ghetto crew
So money on my mind
The way a gangsta moves baby

It's a spell when I'm high I go all out
Red eyes like Clifford
Listening to E-40
Throw it back
You don't want to compete homie
I do trap and also Split homie
Doing rap since 16
To beat me you have to drop a mixtape
Fake rapper
Tell your DJ to hit play
If not what's up dude
Are you gay?
Get out my way
Actually I don't give a shit where the hell you sound
I have this and that which you don't have
Comparing yourself doesn't even suit you
The flavor runs through my genes
Baby

Get on down
Because I'm ghetto crew
So money on my mind
The way a gangsta moves baby
Get on down
Because I'm ghetto crew
So money on my mind
The way a gangsta moves baby

Here nobody thinks about going down we spend the whole day high
Only money on my mind, rollin' in a 59 Impala
Here nobody thinks about going down we spend the whole day high
Only money on my mind, rollin' in a 59 Impala

It's R.O. take soda & get low
Only Westcoast
We're in Gold
Look mamma
Big Poppa & Snoop Dogg
I'm going for the million
So baby move it, shorty
I put your soda syrup
And Jolly Rancher to make it sweeter
Here the best sounds in gold and g-funk
You light that joint that's the code

Get on down
Because I'm ghetto crew
So money on my mind
The way a gangsta moves baby
Get on down
Because I'm ghetto crew
So money on my mind
The way a gangsta moves baby