been about cash been a-, been about cash been a-, been about big money b- big money (Verse 1) Hundred on the stack rubbers on the band Van full of kush
will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more I got my mind, right money right Young new investment ain't no turnin' me back Had the rubber band
Damn i got a swag but she got a swag too (Gorilla Zoe) Brand new pull it out the bag and pop the tag boo.. Yea i got swag im slickin than yo band too
Yo G, they can't stop me from rappin', can they? Can they, ha? I spit it through the wire man It's too much stuff in my heart right now man I'd gladly
stacks, come on Three stacks, come on, now that's three grand What you think, I'm playin?? Baby girl I'm the man, I'll bend the rubber bands That's
up in the trees by the railroad track The engineer has seen him sittin' in the shade Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made People passin' by would stop
But I can tell your future Look what's in your hand But I can't stop for nothing I'm just playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak
for two' The sky was yellow and the sun was blue Strangers stopping, strangers just to shake their hand Everybody is playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band
band kept us too busy, we forgot about the time They're a band beyond description Like Jehovah's favorite choir People joining hand in hand While the music played the band
the merry-go-round There once was a colt and they called it Morris And it could not stop the flying horse Thoroughbred
Livin' on the street I've been down that path before From the bottom to the top I kept pushin' for something more And I didn't know how to stop Save
rapids, a place where few men go. I felt the desolation, where nothing seemed to grow. When I got my wages, I hung my head and cried. I could not stop
Stopped by a diner, and the blond behind the counter Asked if she could help in any way I could tell by her smile, her number I
some shit that should be said CHORUS The Indian dancers stop and stare at him Like he was bad weather He keeps dancing And knocks loose an eagle feather The drums stop
When you grow up on blue highways And that's what you call home All the people would stop and stare At this old orphan of the road In the beginning they
You got me spinning You got me spinning like a spinning top You got me hoping Hoping this love will never stop (Refrain) You gave your love to me, and
trees by the railroad track Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade Stroming to the rhythm that the drivers made People passing by would stop