Collard Greens (Unreleased) lyrics

[Intro]
Yea, yea

[Verse]
I'll wrong place wrong time a n*gga
Put these n*ggas money under the light, it might be counterfeit
Watered down ass n*ggas, like we washing collard greens
Give his hoe a collared shirt, make her do white collar schemes
I dropped out of college but, Jay and Dame ain't sign me
Soon as they capped and gowned me, seem like we start robbing
I can't say I want that n*gga friend, ion know if he talking
If doggy say he want that smoke with me, I bet I horse him
You see me with that hoe it's intercourse, yea of course duh
My life is a movie, like four brothers shoot the court up
My lil b*tches gotta have these b*tches, or a Porsche truck
I don't drink no coffee when it's Starbucks, for a ice cup
Spin a bend, sign his ass to Vezz, leave him iced up
I need every penny that I'm owed, like the IRS
n*gga better get a f*ckin vest, n*gga got hand protect
Hold on let me check if this pill real, do the light test
I always got one eye on the money, now I'm side tracked
Ima serve him my dog, but I think I got nine lives left
Yea you got that wet wet, but now I need some neck sex
I done flew that P jet, more than the New York Jets
Think I need drug management, I'm the lean commissioner