Oil Sheen (Grease Monkeys) lyrics

[Chorus: Boldy James]
We droping bags, counting stacks, we keep winnin'
I gotta laugh, not bad for some street n*ggas
We poppin' tags, rockin' premium denim
If you bought this cash, then my n*gga let's get it
Drop out at 14, gettin' street money
Doin' the Charlie Sheen on these f*cking grease monkeys
Got love for these streets, and these streets love me
I'm going Charlie Sheen on you f*cking grease monkeys

[Verse 1: Fatboi Fresh]
I'm on five times two, with that three times three
On the joint slangin' bows like the UFC
My n*gga, you can't kill, but you Crips can't see
I'm on the road doin' shows from Atlanta to Greece
So I be keepin' the peace, they be callin' me Gandh
And once I get in a door, my n*gga's comin' behind me
f*ck that they marching beside me
Y'all catchin' one duck and cover
I be keepin' it gangsta, even though I f*cks with the brothers
I wear my heart on my sleeves, with my chain on my neck
I put my life on the line, that's how I earn my respect
I'm the best west, yeah, I'm as dope as it get
So get the f*ck out the way, or go one, cut me a check
Joe, I flow like a dog, but I be actin' a donkey
Might be fat, might be ugly, but all I pretty ones want
And Joe, these moes swear they gettin' money, that's a leech dummy
I'm in that old school, stuntin' on these grease monkeys
[Chorus: Boldy James]
We droping bags, counting stacks, we keep winnin'
I gotta laugh, not bad for some street n*ggas
We poppin' tags, rockin' premium denim
If you bought this cash, then my n*gga let's get it
Drop out at 14, gettin' street money
Doin' the Charlie Sheen on these f*cking grease monkeys
Got love for these streets, and these streets love me
I'm going Charlie Sheen on you f*cking grease monkeys

[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Me and my rode dog, [?], on a off the court
Be ballin' on them so hard I caught a charlie horse
I'm on that money train, 10 in my cargo shorts
At the train station, chain swingin' on Nauti' shirt
I need a vacation, I'm takin' off from work
Cause when they need a heavy weight, I'm who they calling first
Still stressing tryin' to make it work
I know I should quit while I'm ahead before y'all n*ggas in my paperwork
I'm terrified of feds, allergic to the homicide
They got me sweatin' bullets, I'm breakin' out in hives
Soldiers die once, a coward dies a thousand times
I be all for the D, call me Mr. Otta Drive
I talk to Louie P., he'll be outta five
Them boys on the fink choppin' n*ggas down to size
Block hotter than Detroit in the summertime
That's Southfield Service Drive North M39
[Chorus: Boldy James]
We droping bags, counting stacks, we keep winnin'
I gotta laugh, not bad for some street n*ggas
We poppin' tags, rockin' premium denim
If you bought this cash, then my n*gga let's get it
Drop out at 14, gettin' street money
Doin' the Charlie Sheen on these f*cking grease monkeys
Got love for these streets, and these streets love me
I'm going Charlie Sheen on you f*cking grease monkeys