G.R.E.E.D. - Berner

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

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

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

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 2×4 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

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