Gilbere Forte - Anigma текст песни

I need a hundred dollars, maybe a million
Fuck I need it!
Huh! Fuck 'em! Shout!

Waking up to credits, my life is a movie
Cocking back my prayers, no pressure can shoot me
Fashion up the late Givenchy could shoot me
A thousand miles per hour, that Bugatti of beauty!

Oh, rolling out like our coach, gold line on these hoes
Touch down and they fell, you know how many fucking records I blow?
Life's moving too slow, the future calling my phone
Angel's on that voice mail, daddy, please come home!
It's that realest shit that I know
My dreams kicking indoors
But I fuck the life that you chose
Now the smoking mirrors I broke

Feel… made the deal happen
Blowing up like it never happen
Never satisfied until I'm fifty-five
..and crap shit!
Bouncing out in that big shit that your hoe try to fuck me in, hoe
Tough flow like anywhere, no… for your key to fit!
So high, I … the gatter
My androids can't see a…
Lord knows that it's my time
Lord knows that it's fuck rhymes!

This is Anigma, middle finger to your bitch niggas
This is Anigma, bet these ladies is getting at your figures

All the money and the cars (talk about it, talk about it!)
Everybody living large (talk about it, talk about it!)
All my real niggas in!