Oprah Songtext
von Rapsody

Eric

I′m a master (Master)
Y'all should give me honorary masters (Masters)
Rapper work the green just like the Masters (The Masters)
The new slave talkin′ like he got a master (Woop, woop)
Screamin', "Free Thought" (Free thought)
All the greatest legends behind bars,
They really talk (They really talk)
Everything I say is everything I really walk
Got it for the free though if it
Wasn't what I really bought (I really bought)
Yeah (Yeah), pigeon pose (Pigeon pose)
Only way we ever, ever comin′ toe to toe (Toe to toe)
My Ivory Coast copper blood got me drippin′ gold (Drippin' gold)

Yeah, I got the juice, woo, see I′m drippin' Dole (Drippin′ Dole)

Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate)
Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu′-circulate)

Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate)
Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circu′, uh)


Give the homeless homies money, so they eat well (Yeah)
Went and copped an Audi, gotta go and get it detailed
Drive don′t depreciate the value of the resale (Yeah, yeah)
Still talkin' that shit in this mother like we Ezell
Hold up, mothership flow, bring the funk back (Funk back)
This for my young heads, my real ones and ol′ blacks (My ol' blacks)
This for my nasty niggas askin′ where the hoes at? (Where the hoes?)
This gon' be the break, we stop and make ′em do the soul clap
Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate)
Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate)
Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu′-circulate)
Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu′-circu', uh)
Hey
Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu′-circu', uh)
Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu′-circu', uh)
Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu′-circu', uh)
Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circu′, uh)
It ain′t uncommon to borrow a dollar
Invite me over to eat with yo' mama
I like the checks with the commas on commas
I want the checks with the commas on commas
It ain′t uncommon to borrow a dollar
Invite me over to eat with yo' mama
I like the checks with the commas on commas
I want the checks with the commas on commas
I need them dollars, run me my half or I put a hole in yo′ wallet
Cold case, on my waist you don't want these problems
Bank called say they runnin′ out of commas
That's on my momma
I'm steady mobbin′
Posted up til′ I reach my profit margin
Cash money
And I ain't runnin′ into thousands
Hustle up, don't you hear my stomach growling
Bitch I′m 'bout it, I′m hungry
So I need them ten of greens spillin' off my plate
Cash on delivery, bitch I raise the stakes
You will hate, what I fuckin' make
Just to pop out and I don′t even show my face, oh yeah
To count it all, gon′ take 'bout a minute
Don′t claim the gang ho', if you know you not with it
Marijuana sinnin′
Windows tinted, keep it low
Cuz you know these niggas can't wait to print it, oh yeah
It ain′t uncommon to borrow a dollar
Invite me over to eat with yo' mama
I like the checks with the commas on commas
I want the checks with the commas on commas
It ain't uncommon to borrow a dollar
Invite me over to eat with yo′ mama
I like the checks with the commas on commas
I want the checks with the commas on commas
Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu′-circulate)
Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate)
Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu′-circulate)
Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circu′, uh)
Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate)
Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu′-circulate)
Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate)
Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circu′, uh)
They said we wouldn′t have shit
Wouldn't last if it was up to white Jesus
Niggas started to believe us
Started birthin′ and bleeding it
Oh, the lies y'all sold us
Oh, this poor love of ours
This gospel we sing
This little shine of mine
I′m gonna let it eat me up
I'm gonna let it kill me
Gonna′ let it fuck me up, til' I'm leaning
Til′ I′m pheenin'
Till I′m feeling better wow
I kinda feel better now
Cuz I got it now
For me, for him, for her
For my Grandmama who had to pick cotton
And my Grand-daddy who got lashed at then laughed at
Who you turned your back on
Who you took your turn on for [?]
I'm sorry, I′m kinda violent now
Fuckin' tired now
Don′t mean to disturb your peace
Just needed a little piece of what you got when I helped you out from [?]
Y'all got me hot now
I'm not asking for a permission
Came back to see what′s good now
Niggas buying dreams by the pound
Only real niggas sellin′, only real niggas feel your fear
It's nice I frighten you
It′s nice I've inspired you
To look, to think, to act like me
Little ′ol me
Little 'ol me, came back to say
We made it