Cee Armel - Connect (feat. Madeoff & J-Ness) Lyrics

Haha, Cee

In the crib playin Tupac
Stash in the new spot
Dirty show money
Put it straight in the shoe box
Easy bake gotta let it sit it be too hot
Winter grind it's still long johns
With the tube socks
I never needed acceptance
From all u outsiders
And all u dick riders
Should have ya mouths wired
This real life boy u n****s is actors
You hot garbage soundin worse
Than Parappa the rapper
Ps... 4 we on and we signed that deal
The price went up
In other words it just got real
War vets army fatigues if we prep that kill
I still chef in any kitchen case you want that meal
It's gourmet
And hondele Connect call me Jorge
Por que? Cook it with the Goya
Thats my forte... ole
We don't talk much it's just okay
Part ways, I'll be back soon
Just give me 4 days

I guess it's lookin like I'm trappin now
Got my product round the world
I could show you how
You gotta keep up with the pace
There ain't no slowing down
Shit I took over the game
I need me a crown
Money falling out the paper bag
Connect callin me direct
Put it on my tab
You ain't gettin to this money?
Boy you got it bad
We ain't worried about the prices
Ain't no checkin tags

Now I get coke money
Dope money Show money
See a bad bitch and I just throw money
I blow money
I mean there's never no money
But if I'm assed out
Then I'm takin yo money huh!
Let's talk I'm the topic of the hour
Made my empire off E pills and powder
Bitches f*ckin jawns for 3 bills an hour
Hit a quarter mill
At Jay crib on bour
Ayo I told Cee
To get the Yayo
It better look like Mayo
And it better be Fuego
My n***a knew Spanish
Since about he was a day old
Been around the world
So he mastered all the lingo
That's a bingo
The plug call me Angel
Say I'm heaven sent
With the way I get them things through
Papi thankful I got him his first mil
Copped him a new Rollie
Plain Jane wit no chill
Back of BBQ's
When we finished our first deal
And that was first class
Can't remember how Coach feel
F*ckin Neiman up
Only buyin with big bills
Shorty see the bread
All she thinkin is let's chill
Ooooh
Thinkin bout these whores
Get my dick hard
All they want is Michael Kors
And my bank card
Nahh
I aint givin them nothin
Certified in this shit
Aint no need for discussions

I guess it's lookin like I'm trappin now
Got my product round the world
I could show you how
You gotta keep up with the pace
There ain't no slowing down
Shit I took over the game
I need me a crown
Money falling out the paper bag
Connect callin me direct
Put it on my tab
You ain't gettin to this money?
Boy you got it bad
We ain't worried about the prices
Ain't no checkin tags

Nahh
Aint no checkin tags Gz
Ceez what's really??
Dolla
But look
Nahh aint no preparation needed
Flow fell from heaven
But the God still a demon
A bomb to you leeches
Dolla be the feces
Hand to hand sales
Hit the block with them grams
Same size as a reeses
They need this
Evil still chasin
But I'm still pacin
Marathon grind We aint in the same races
Peep the ballistics and the basics
These n****s flagrant
I had to hustle with cobras
On my Jake the Snake shit
But I cook the grass
Man down bust his ass
More money more problems
But we love the cash
Get the drop quicker than visine
My team 96 Bulls
When I screen it's all buckets
The kid ball
My government should be John Rucker
Kiss the game goodbye
Give you choppas the pucker
I'm not with the ruckus
Glock in the luggage
Feel the vibe in ya gut
Then you know not to trust it
And I don't trust n****a
Nah I don't trust b*****s
Fair exchange
I don't deal with the f*ck business
Touch digits til my soul expire
They all gas and I'm known for fire
That's a fendi n****a

I guess it's lookin like I'm trappin now
Got my product round the world
I could show you how
You gotta keep up with the pace
There ain't no slowing down
Shit I took over the game
I need me a crown
Money falling out the paper bag
Connect callin me direct
Put it on my tab
You ain't gettin to this money?
Boy you got it bad
We ain't worried about the prices
Ain't no checkin tags