Whole Sale lyrics
by CEO Trayle
[Intro]
(Mike Mixer is in the building)
(Poseidon)
[Verse 1: Talibando]
I ain't sellin' no more breakdown, it's all wholesale
Catch me in the kitchen, mix the dope up like it's Rotel
Two thousand just on some jeans, two thousand more on some lean
I'm findin' love for the rap game, my heart was stuck in the beams
I'm a mastermind, I find a lane, share the wealth with my team
My favorite color is green, in love with money and weed
It ain't Easter Sunday, but I'm sippin' Easter pink
Real Detroit player, it get cold, I might bring out a mink
Gеt a n*gga touched 'cause he was talkin' likе he out of reach
Cuban, no shirt with my b*tch, I'm chillin' by the beach
If it ain't 'bout money, then don't call me, I ain't tryna link
Money counter beepin', all I'm hearin' when I'm tryna think
[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
Yeah, yeah, come in through the back door, not the front
Yeah, yeah, if he cappin', then I put him in a blunt
Yeah, yeah, said he hate me, but we know that's just a stunt
Tat that on me, check the front, my b*tch backdoor him for brunch
[Verse 2: CEO Trayle]
Yeah, uh, drop a a Percocet in that and spark the punch
Yeah, yeah, I was skrrtin' that Maybach, out doin' stunts
She suck di*k, we did not hunch, twist the back, I click it once
In the back, I'm in the front, tit for tat until we done for
[Verse 3: Talibando]
Chopper look like Mickey Mouse, your b*tch screamin', "Pick me now"
Your life not worth twenty thousand, I came up trappin' in the mountains
We do walk downs, don't shoot up houses
Broad day, cook a n*gga ass for lunch
Put him in the 'Woods, smoke his ass like Runtz
COD, n*gga, I don't do fronts
Time is money, so, n*gga, don't waste my time 'cause you ain't got neither
The dope I'm sellin' is fire, I feel like I'm Nas, the fiends call it ether
I want my bread, my cheese like a pizza
I come to the money, I'm a different creature
I'm on a mission. I gotta stay down until I stack a couple million
[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
Yeah, yeah, come in through the back door, not the front
Yeah, yeah, if he cappin', then I put him in a blunt
Yeah, yeah, said he hate me, but we know that's just a stunt
Tat that on me, check the front, my b*tch backdoor him for brunch