Testo G.R.E.E.D. - Berner
Testo della canzone G.R.E.E.D. (Berner), tratta dall'album The Big Pescado
Yeah
They said they need that real shit backed up
Storch, what up?
It's the mafia, Dolla, Dolla, uh
Black bag bandits, yeah
We smoke 'til we're numb and we worship the sun
This year I pulled four tons and moved every one
We don't play the blame game when the shit go wrong
All my trucks are insured, this the real life mob
I'm with the Vietnamese, we trade work for some handguns
Jewish lawyers on retainer if the man comes
The feds pulled me off the plane, it wasn't random
I stay away from the iPhone and Samsung
Remember Rico and them cats out in Chico?
With the Cali-o-pheno and the root beer Regal?
Nah, not Tone from Mendocino
But the cat with the packs, I like the cold Pellegrino
He's a snitch, toes, bury him in Mississippi
And burn all his clothes, lose his teeth in the city
My whole team gets busy
And greed rules everything around me, really
This a motherfuckin' cartel
God blessed me and I played my cards well
Fuck a shark, big killer whale
Dipped in water, caught a wave, free Biggavel
Greed rules everything around me
Yeah, greed rules everything around me
I said greed rules everything around me
Greed rules everything around me
Dolla, Dolla, yeah
You send that pack, ain't show up, your man might fold up
And you was outside and saw the van when it rolled up
We had the south in our hands, wait, hold up
The two by four behind the door ain't hold up
Best friends burn bridges
And workin' with your fam's just really bad for business
Don't get caught up with the cut and the bitches
It's lonely in a cage, no one comes to visit
Greed rules everything around me, trust
Don't get left in the dust with the losers and the schmucks
We into livin' plush, plus everything deluxe
I got a bust down Philippe, for me, winnin' is a must
Six trucks in Atlanta on ice
In July, I raise the price, got the game from Mr. Nice (R.I.P.)
Harlem nights, H-Town, where you at?
Put Gelato on the map, left town and brought it back
I make an M and throw it in the ground
Then I pull a handful out the pound
We the kings of the underground
That's why I don't leave the house without a hundred rounds
Greed rules everything around me
Yeah, greed rules everything around me
Dolla, Dolla, yeah
Greed rules everything around me
Yeah, greed rules everything around me
I said greed rules everything around me
Greed rules everything around me
Dolla, Dolla, yeah
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Writer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, Gilbert Anthony Jr. Milam, Avedon
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