C.R.G - Carload (Martian Lingo)

I just went through a whole carload!
A carload, a carload
Carload, carload

Her ass so fat she hauling cargo
Cargo, cargo
Cargo, cargo

I'ma go and hit the mallo
The mallo, mallo
Mallo, mallo

I'ma ball like no tomorrow,
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
I just went through a whole carload

Carload, carload, carload
I went through a whole carload
Serving that good work up out that Monte Carlo

These niggas move at snail's pace,
I grill 'em like Escargot
While I'm on a fast track to the bank Wells Fargo

I run the play,need a letterman,
I'm all bout my cheese, call me cheddar man

Been deep in this game like a veteran, bet there's no one you can name better than

My product go crazy; need Ritalin
I hustle, hustle, do the running man

Everybody know me like the muffin
M
Making something outta nothing man

Supply and demand, yea you know I be the man
This was all part of the plan

Young nigga run up them digits I'm talking hunnit bands, hunnit bands, hunnit bands

Yea you know I gotta get to the money man
Bubbling up that I'm feeling so sudsy man

Clientele geekin', they fiending like junkies man
Numbers be jumpy off scales, Trigonometry aye

Whipping it up in the pot and then lock it up, collecting all of the funds and then add it up

Call the accountant, request her to count it up
Gotta get all of it, like it is not enough

The world is mine like Tony ... Montana
Hot like Daytona, but colder than Canada

Wooh! Wooh! Wooh! Wooh! Wooh!

I was born to flex, showing off my pecs, running up a check

Hopping out the coop, skirt off in a Vette, boarding private jets

Serving wholesale, I got clientele. Dynamite sale
Straight up hard shell, just like Taco Bell... I call it supreme!

Pockets stay on fat...(Stay on fat,no diet.)
Healthy balanced portions of that broccoli and them greens

Nigga I'm so fly. (I'm so fly, no pilot)
Off that jet fuel, I'm in the sky, riding high

I got drip for sale...(Just like Plies, you can buy it.)
It ain't tax free, you gon have to pay that fee

Try to steal my swag...(Steal my swag, you can try it)
You gon catch a stone between your eyes... (Like Goliath)

I got the recipe,I'm stirring the pot like I am Chef Boyardee
You niggas is sick of me,but I got the remedy, I got remedy

I got the technology and methodology to get rid of your comradely
I'm the hot commodity while you are nothing more short of being a monotony

Written by:
Lonnie Craig Jr.

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