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It’s All About The Benjamins

Crane Island  
Amelia Island, Florida
   
    
Gee, peep the scene, unsnap to reach for your second weapon    
This is too easy that’s a number one taught lesson    
I never did like a transaction I had to boat it in    
Cornering my existence if things get thick then we have to swim    
My Queen, we got the Coast Guard on the payroll    
So just hang tight and go with the flow    
Gee, if anything moves out the corner of your eye, grab the dope and the cash and let your lead blow    
     
Well, My Queen so nice to have you in these parts    
Save the hospitality, I need a boat out of here before dark    
What you got for me, and where is Rico, he is my connect    
When transporting I don’t switch lanes, it shows a lack of respect    
No if you a poser, you get straight dealt    
And my hollow points, will be felt    
     
I come highly recommended    
Only in your mind, nothing gets past me, amigo, is that comprehended    
Si senorita, so lovely and cold as ice    
I don’t trust no one, and then I cut the deck twice    
In case I have to sing your ass an internal lullaby, then let Gee initial you with a palm slice    
In this game, partner, you learn to keep your eyes moving and seeing    
And believe half of what a mouth is saying while you are agreeing      
We here for the number one man    
No less gets my respect and that I demand    
We got the dope and your tired ass looking bitch    
Been selling her ass out, cause her man got caught being a snitch    
     
Let me see the product    
Gee, hand me my blade, for a taste, and see if this nose candy is the shit, if not you getting fucked up    
No one wastes my time on a false claim    
My time is too valuable to be seen, and I never give my money to any poser fessing they got game    
     
Well, my Queen, is it our come up or a let down    
Gee, unclothed this bitch to make sure my voice is not caught by a FBI recording sound    
You heard my Queen, off with those clothes, and now    
Or the only thing your eyes with see is me plugging your chest, then to your head, her Glock’s pow-pow    
Oh, fuck this motherfucker is wired    
Na’ll don’t run now, Gee fire    
Grab the suitcase, and the dope, hurry, I hear sirens, fuck it may be too late    
Gee, let me handle this, I got people in my pocket, from high-power politicians to county morticians to look the other way    
Plead the fifth, my lawyer on speed dial, that’s all you say    
Five O kicking in the steel door    
Handcuffed wrists pinned behind my back, nose kissing the floor    
     
High priced suits worth the while    
No matter how many crimes may pile    
No charges on the Ghost will ever be filed      
My black book has zeros behind affluent citizens, we fall, then they become toast    
And that is not a joke    
This never happened in my life of being versatile    
Façade of a dazzling sexy smile    
Lost in the underworld lucrative lifestyle    
     
My business empire continues on    
Undercover healing the world my initial song    
Kenneth Cole Shades, concealing the window to my soul    
When entering hostile territory, who knows the outcome when the law patrols    
In my presence my steel piece will pop pop pop without prayer, giving you no hope    
Time is money ….you got the dope    
The question is, is it all there, anything less, gets you choked by a rope    
     
Smart pussies used for a national passport    
If it feels like a set up, then mission abort    
Black robe brought in front of, this is like bible school, a vacation for an hour spent in court    
No evidence, wire somehow was crushed in the DEA raid, tapes miraculously erased    
My inside informant took the money, scrambling the audio bait    
And since dead men can’t testify, or talk    
All charges dropped, case threw out, the Ghost walks    
     
My Queen, what we gonna do    
Hum... we will serve this fucks back their street food    
We got the dope and the cash    
Find me that bitch everyone around here is talking about, Amy... some fuck    
We may can use her, she got clout with Elon Musk    
And his loyal trust    
My Queen, you sure about that...      
Yes, just as I am sure, she got skill, that quiet knack    
One thing about a dangerous hoe when her back is against the wall    
She can do two things, show you her pussy, or show you her claws    
     
Done my Queen
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 22nd May 2022
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Make some shit up and just run with it.. I'm down

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