Turnpike Ike

I told her that she can't fuck me like I'm a king no more
 I told her she gotta make love to me like I'm a emperor, a emperor
 Man, I done got money everywhere, nigga
 But particularly that Turnpike south
 It's really a blessing to a young nigga like Renzel
 Indictment on the way, got Sadow on the case
 When you get your first kilo, it should be on your face
 Nigga movin' like the mob, hundred thousand franks
 Dry land when you wanna be out on the lake (swish)
 Determined to be one of the fortunate men
 Bitches come from everywhere once the hustlin' commence
 I see you prayin', testifying, forgotten the time
 Bottom line, your cars should get shot up like it were mine
 20 round but the voodoo, let no harm be allowed
 My voodoo, they all know the spirits when I be aroused
 Made it to star alley, started with a nickel rock
 Who thought a project nigga get to get a yacht
 Two million dollars cash in the Range Rover
 Opa Locka airport, let's get the plane loaded
 I put it on the turnpike
 Gold rims, whip real, blue bills duckin' the termites
 I'ma let one of my bad bitches tell y'all how much paper I got
 Baby what we living like? Twenty houses
 What else? Fifty cars
 Yeah, what I make you feel like?
 Priceless baby
 Uh, you live for me? Everyday
 You would die for me? Right now
 Uh, Double MG
 Turnpike, real earner, Ted Turner (me)
 Whip it in the kitchen, that boy was a fast learner
 Tryna live it up, two million tuck in that new Bentley truck
 Ain't too many I can trust so shooters is a must
 I reminisce when it was hit or miss
 I was innocent until I hit a lick
 Seven figures on a nigga mama couch
 Don't want it here, nobody talking 'bout their drought (boss)
 I'm chilling in a yacht in my Mitchell & Ness
 Stitches in my britches, 57S
 Swishers, you can smell 'em on the internet
 Ain't beefing with nobody 'cause I'm killin' that
 I toss the pistol on the car chase (woo)
 They walk into the church, it's like the boy is Mase (Lord)
 I'm the man out in Barcelona (boss)
 Got a couple of bad bitches out in California
 Real language, biggest
 Tell these niggas some old shit, bae
 Baby you're the biggest (uh, your fine ass)
 The biggest boss, you're my boss, baby
 How much money we gonna get?
 We gon' get all of it baby (uh), we gon' take it all honey
 Turnpike Ike (uh)
 You the biggest baby, you're the boss
 Go get a room right out of town, and I'm in Oprah's yacht
 I'm making move with all my range, you better call the cops
 Second week, and I just had to go buy me a drop
 Slick remarks and I'm in county, you licking the shot
 Cold games, I gotta step out, I'm on 'em in furs
 Gil Green, the way I capture the moment with words
 City mine, I keep the killers to fill up the church
 Swear to God, the quarer kilo won't get you a verse
 Bring mine, stay on time, and that's where we resign
 Meanwhile, we'd be having such a meaningful time
 Spiritual nigga, baptise up in G5
 With bad bitches who's idols feel with Nicki Minaj
 Rags to riches, now I move with beautiful women
 Newfound, new beginning, one day dada I grew to be winning
 If you looking for me catch me on the turnpike
 And when you see me, I'ma show what this work like, nigga
 Fuck you think this is? Turnpike Ike nigga
 Isaac Hicks, rest in peace OG
 Big Mike, Michael Delancey
 Free Michael Delancey
 Kenneth Williams, long live Black Bo
 Carol city shit nigga
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 He a thoughtful nigga (boss)
 There won't ever be a boss as big as you, baby
 You the biggest, the biggest boss
 You the biggest, the biggest boss
 You the boss, you the boss