the rush

[** from "Mo' Money in the Bank Pt 4: Gang Green Season Starts Now" Mixtape:]

[Intro:]

Nah-hah!*

I don't do all that talking, man; it's it's... one way or the other.

You comin' or you gonna watch another bitch leave with me, you know the rush?

That's the way shit go, hehe!

I'm a fuckin rapstar! {MO MONEY! }

[Verse:]

Fresh off of the plane I jets off in the range

First class seat but this WestCoast ain't the same.

The rap game'll bring stress, fortune and fame

An' slow drive-bys like when they aired out Kane. [gunshot] {DAMN! }

I'm in the S-5-5 with blew out chains

You body me, you body them - an' they pull out prayin'.

My only wish is to find ya catcher,

Lay your ass on a stretcher.

Betcha, getcha - ass out the hood! {Whooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }

All I got is rap an for that - I spazz out for good.

That's my income; it keeps me in paz an Hollywood, I'm hardly home,

When I leave the club the party gone.

An' I'm pissy of petroleum trying get my own home.

My name's Bank$ baby! {HAHA! } - I'm top rank lady.

I gotta go grab your coat itch you ain't crazy. {DAMN! }

I speed-off - gainin' and rushin' to bend her over sumthin',

Then I'm bumpin'! - The volumes to the Max and I'm frontin'.

All of a sudden she's down on the humble for a feel

And I'm driftin' in an out of lanes, fumblin' the wheel.

A couple of miles later {Whooooooooo! } I'll be comin' on the grill

Then it's back to the hotel to chill. - Ma' give you the rush!

[Chorus:]

Damn maaaaaa'...

That lil' outfit got my 3rd hand hiiiigh.

And I need you to understand IIIIIIIIIII {SADA POP! }

Really ain't got a lot o' time, bitch shout ya mind. - It's meeee!

Damn Blood!

Don't you wanna get out of them handcuffs?

I ain't gon' love you like your man doooeeees

I ain't gotta lot of time - Bitch shout ya miiiind! [car tires squeal] [shot] [beat stops]

{Whoooooooooo}