TwoCup x Heavy Influence - Dry Cleaners

Faded gold chain and a dingy white beater
Never been a cheater, pour a pint off in a liter
Now how you call him dirty when he fresh up out the cleaners
Pulling senoritas, he got stripes just like Adidas
Grabbing at my t-shirt while they begging for a feature
Saying that she love me, yeah she lying like a preacher
Working like a hebrew while I do it at my leisure
They tell you that they got you and they do not even see ya
A villian from the ville like one of the children from the field
Won't catch me on no Twitter, put my fist upside your grill
Instead of chasing bills, I get a million, then I chill
I'm all about some money, to the ceiling, stack my chips
Walking out with 30 if I'm copping 15
Pitching numbers, Nolan Ryan, run more game than soccer teams
More game than soccer teams
And more game than Socrates
I'm on another level, how you weirdo stopping me
I know you heard about it, bitch, it ain't no cliche
He say, she say, like I wasn't gonna be shit
And I don't line it up until the money come and reach me
See me switching lanes like I'm riding down the freeway
Middle finger, Freddy, stick it up and say fuck
Four weeks on the grind, coming up, it ain't nothing
I've been getting money since a youngster had her lunch
Once upon a time in the valley of the munchkins
The bitch drunk, bitch I bet you hit your face
Pop the label with the flavor, I would never let the taste out
Savoring the moment, they tell me tone it down
Tell them I'm turnt up, tell them to turn around
I tell her to top it off, look up the dot-com
She staring at a star, I swear she was on the moon
Only the sun rise, don't call me afternoon
Phil Dog, you ready, be there soon

Written by:
Phillip Draper, Robert Millwood

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