Green Regime, Bookkeeper141, Done Wright - Rick James Lyrics

Bitch it's Green Regime
We the new drug on the triple beam
Princess cuts, your queen lick a nigga clean
Cash from the teller, Jordan six's, vanilla
Rims spinning like a six fo' Apache propeller
They can match me, oh never
Drop the top in Tribeca
Doing ninety five on the I-95 connector
Word perfector, a check collector
Yeah I run the check up
Bossed up, real nigga, king, and etc
Walking on cloud nine
Put my Cuban to the Sun
Light my cigar, cough up a lung
Nigga then I'm done
Your shit don't sound like this
A planet that you never heard of
New white Range, AK-47 for the burglars
Your women crush Wednesday
Praying I don't curve her
If she's a slurper
She can stay and cook a burger
Hollow tip disperser
Your condition may get worse
On a Sunny day drive the red Caddy in reverse uh
You talking money, speaking my language
Super freaks in my condo
I'm Rick James bitch
Computer geeks send it pronto
Bitcoin chips
Trunk full of sneakers every hour I change kicks
You talking money, speaking my language
Super freaks in my condo
I'm Rick James bitch
Computer geeks send it pronto
Bitcoin chips
Trunk full of sneakers every hour I change kicks
Ayo it's Green Regime
Sorta like Great Adventure Scream Machine
We spray your chest up
And push a Tesla to flee the scene
The time is now, we them kings
Got the swing of things
Thick chicks fitted jeans from the Philippines
One shot, one kill, no deleted scenes
Gun shot, blood spill, face in smithereens
What's hot, what's real, does it really mean
The dust spot in 98, yeah you seen the fiends
Win lose or draw I'm a see the cream
And we've been through it all
It's the Green Regime
You niggas hit the floor, I'm a really squeeze
I'm really sick of y'all, and we thick as thieves
We never been the type to just run from a gun fight
To get Green Regime divide the Bookkeeper by Done Wright
This shit is knocking, you niggas is dumb tight
Sneezing on you wack rap niggas gesundheit
You talking money, speaking my language
Super freaks in my condo
I'm Rick James bitch
Computer geeks send it pronto
Bitcoin chips
Trunk full of sneakers every hour I change kicks
You talking money, speaking my language
Super freaks in my condo
I'm Rick James bitch
Computer geeks send it pronto
Bitcoin chips
Trunk full of sneakers every hour I change kicks

Bitch it's Green Regime
We the new drug on the triple beam
Princess cuts, your queen lick a nigga clean
Cash from the teller, Jordan six's, vanilla
Rims spinning like a six fo' Apache propeller
They can match me, oh never
Drop the top in Tribeca
Doing ninety five on the I-95 connector
Word perfector, a check collector
Yeah I run the check up
Bossed up, real nigga, king, and etc
Walking on cloud nine
Put my Cuban to the Sun
Light my cigar, cough up a lung
Nigga then I'm done
Your shit don't sound like this
A planet that you never heard of
New white Range, AK-47 for the burglars
Your women crush Wednesday
Praying I don't curve her
If she's a slurper
She can stay and cook a burger
Hollow tip disperser
Your condition may get worse
On a Sunny day drive the red Caddy in reverse uh
You talking money, speaking my language
Super freaks in my condo
I'm Rick James bitch
Computer geeks send it pronto
Bitcoin chips
Trunk full of sneakers every hour I change kicks
You talking money, speaking my language
Super freaks in my condo
I'm Rick James bitch
Computer geeks send it pronto
Bitcoin chips
Trunk full of sneakers every hour I change kicks
Ayo it's Green Regime
Sorta like Great Adventure Scream Machine
We spray your chest up
And push a Tesla to flee the scene
The time is now, we them kings
Got the swing of things
Thick chicks fitted jeans from the Philippines
One shot, one kill, no deleted scenes
Gun shot, blood spill, face in smithereens
What's hot, what's real, does it really mean
The dust spot in 98, yeah you seen the fiends
Win lose or draw I'm a see the cream
And we've been through it all
It's the Green Regime
You niggas hit the floor, I'm a really squeeze
I'm really sick of y'all, and we thick as thieves
We never been the type to just run from a gun fight
To get Green Regime divide the Bookkeeper by Done Wright
This shit is knocking, you niggas is dumb tight
Sneezing on you wack rap niggas gesundheit
You talking money, speaking my language
Super freaks in my condo
I'm Rick James bitch
Computer geeks send it pronto
Bitcoin chips
Trunk full of sneakers every hour I change kicks
You talking money, speaking my language
Super freaks in my condo
I'm Rick James bitch
Computer geeks send it pronto
Bitcoin chips
Trunk full of sneakers every hour I change kicks