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[Intro] Yeah Ayy, they say they need that real shit back though Storch, what up? It's the Mafia (Dolla, dolla, yeah, uh) Black Bag Bandits Yeah [Verse 1] We smoke til we’re numb and we worship the sun This year I pulled four tons and moved every one We don't play the blame game when this shit go wrong All my trucks are insured, this the real life mob I’m with the Vietnamese, we trade work for some handguns Jewish lawyers on retainer if the man comes The feds pulled me off the plane, it wasn’t random I stay away from the iPhone and Samsung Remember Rico and them cats out in Chico With the Cali-o-pheno and the root beer Regal? Nah, not Tone from Mendocino But the cat with the packs, I like the cold Pellegrino He’s a snitch, toes buried him in Mississippi And burned all his clothes, lose his teeth in the city My whole team gets busy and Greed rules everything around me, really (Really) This a motherfuckin' cartel God blessed me and I played my cards well Fuck a shark, big killer whale, dipped in water, caught a wave, free Biggavel [Chorus] Greed rules everything around me Yeah, greed rules everything around me I said greed rules everything around me Greed rules everything around me Dolla, dolla [Verse 2] You see that pack ain't show up, your man might fold up And you was outside and saw the van when it rolled up We had the south in our hands, wait, hold up The 2x4 behind the door ain't hold up Best friends burn bridges And workin' with your fam just really bad for business Don't get caught up with the cut and the bitches It's lonely in the cage, no one comes to visit (No one comes to visit), no one Greed rules everything around me Trust don't get left in the dust with the losers and the schmucks We into livin' plush plus everything deluxe I got a bussdown Philipe for me, winnin' is a must Six trucks in Atlanta on ice In July I raise the price, got the game from Mr. Nice (R-I-P) Harlem Nights, H-Town where you at? Put Gelato on the map, left town and brought it back Make an M and throw it in the ground Then I pull a handful out the pound We the kings of the underground That's why I don't leave the house without a hundred rounds [Chorus] Greed rules everything around me Yeah, greed rules everything around me Dolla, dolla Yeah, greed rules everything around me Yeah, greed rules everything around me I said greed rules everything around me Greed rules everything around me Dolla, dolla, yeah
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