​M.P.B.C

(Chorus)

Money, power

Bitches, clothes

I got it all

What you need?

Let me know

Money, power

Bitches, clothes

Run up on 08

Then I’m shooting at you clones

(Post-chorus)

G-O-T-H-P-O-P

Until the grave

Run up on me

That’s a bad day

Cause I’m dropping

Any goofy in my way

Aye
(Verse)

Don’t go to L.A

Baby come to the south

In the woods we go

To my haunted house

Rain fallin as we creep

Don’t you love the sound?

Pain flowing through yo heart

Can’t you feel it now?Tell me

What do you think about the shit people say?

I think it’s full of nothing but lies and just hate

Jealously and hella distaste

But by now

Hopefully you see

I’m winnin this race

Okay

What I’m rocking

From that spring ‘09 collection

Very rare Laguna beaches

And in my pocket

Keep that 43

That’s my weapon

Who you think you checking?

Take one look at the kid

And now you stressinHop out lookin like the grudge with a dick

In the winter

I been known to get em sick

And like the snow

My verses cold

Give ’em frost bit

I mean frost bite

She ride me all night

Don’t it feel nice?

But Something’s not right

Say she love me

She deceive

Cut me deep

Like a sharp knife

Fuck it

We trippin

Rollin, rollin

All night

Like a pair of dice

Welcome to hell baby

Opposite of paradise

Now put yo middle finger up

Screamin fuck they shit!

Now where the drugz?

Pretty vacant by the sex pistols

On loop in the cut

08 Punkstar

She fallin in love

FuckAnd the devil as my witness

Smoking thraxx

Kinda fruity

Taste like citrus

Pourin up a fo

Give a fuck about fitness

Gloin 24/7 like lights on christmas(Slowed Transition)

Can you be born evil?

Yes, yes

You don’t even have to have an evil bloodline

That’s true

I think just like-

By fate, you just are born devilish

Right?

And you just learn your devilish ways

And you just grow into an amazing devil(Chorus)

Money, power

Bitches, clothes

I got it all

What you need?

Let me know

Money, power

Bitches, clothes

Run up on 08

Then I’m shooting at you clones(Post-chorus)

G-O-T-H-P-O-P

Until the grave

Run up on me

That’s a bad day

Cause I’m dropping

Any goofy in my way

Aye(Verse)

Don’t go to L.A

Baby come to the south

In the woods we go

To my haunted house

Rain fallin as we creep

Don’t you love the sound?

Pain flowing through yo heart

Can’t you feel it now?Tell me

What do you think about the shit people say?

I think it’s full of nothing but lies and just hate

Jealously and hella distaste

But by now

Hopefully you see

I’m winnin this race

OkayWhat I’m rocking

From that spring ‘09 collection

Very rare Laguna beaches

And in my pocket

Keep that 43

That’s my weapon

Who you think you checking?

Take one look at the kid

And now you stressinHop out lookin like the grudge with a dick

In the winter

I been known to get em sick

And like the snow

My verses cold

Give ’em frost bit

I mean frost bite

She ride me all night

Don’t it feel nice?

But Something’s not right

Say she love me

She deceive

Cut me deep

Like a sharp knife

Fuck it

We trippin

Rollin, rollin

All night

Like a pair of dice

Welcome to hell baby

Opposite of paradiseNow put yo middle finger up

Screamin fuck they shit!

Now where the drugz?

Pretty vacant by the sex pistols

On loop in the cut

08 Punkstar

She fallin in love

FuckAnd the devil as my witness

Smoking thraxx

Kinda fruity

Taste like citrus

Pourin up a fo

Give a fuck about fitness

Gloin 24/7 like lights on christmas