Yuzu & Ponzu Lyrics

My dick too hard you gone figure it out

Think about it too long now it's stuck all in your mouth

It's that young boy who probably got a blunt on the couch

My life a mess but I guess that means I got it all figured out

New job news bands in the morning

I could send a shot without a warning

And I would pick you up without a warning

And I would dick you up in the morning

Coffee with a blunt you call that shit a cleanse

Lil yota parked out front tryna turn it to a Benz

Money coming in a little cents gave me sense

Homeowner one day, man we all coming from our rents

Put 2000 watts now I just need some space to veg

They giving up on me these haters treat me like it's lent

Money well spent and time well saved is always better than money well saved and time Well spent

That shit will kill you that's that monetary death

Fiduciary duties to the finance society's debt

I get money flip nothing into something

Devil on my shoulder but that dude been puffin

Tryna keep up with me bitch I'm running

To the bag paper trail money tucking

Don't tempt me David Ruffin

Skip the shots and cut the bluffing

Genius like Ludwig, run shit like shoes did

Run shit like shoes do, Yuzu and Ponzu

Stunt I don't want to, your bitch on my cashews

That's nuts, endoscopy, I'm all up in her guts

Fuck what you thought it was, I could tell you what it isn't

Put millions in submission so I can flip them to my children

And they finally flip it to their chitins, shit my grandson probably already sitting on a Billion

Get cooked up like chanterelles, I know that you can't tell

They all on my stairwell, get dunked on like Sprewell

Get the fuck off my latter not entertaining this chatter

I just picked up some shatter I flip it with laughter

Your matter don't matter your problems ain't nothing

They shut off my power, so I plugged into something

You hooked all on powder and I grow pounds of sour

I get paid by the hour and I get paid by the flower no wonder you sour

You can look and scour, you can gone search the earth

You could look on the net , but can't determine my worth

I've been all up on my grind keep that shit ten toes

Ten rooms ten grows in 10 by 4s that's how tents fold

Benjamin's grow, and militants fold the pillagers know

Eller than flows get sucked up like atolls and rip currents

My shit current your weed garbage my shit currants

My show today, call Katie Couric