Camouflage Money by B-Movie Millionaires Lyrics
[Verse 1 – Lee Scott]
Bitch I’m spaced in your face but I’m miles away
Must have slipped, took a trip, lost time, found a day
Yey, acting mute unless there’s something foul to say
Tryna find a hypodermic needle in a pile of hay
Making shit happen whilst you stand around a play
What the fuck you on about? Get your wallets out and pay cause
I don’t wanna end up bagging grams of beak lad
I’d rather sag and rap to eat sack
Your responsibility’s smoke the bud before it has a chance to steep
Dab the handkerchief in the chloroform now I’m fast asleep
After counting sheep for about a week
[Hook – Lee Scott]
That’s why I’m standing in your face but I’m miles away
I’m only next door but I’m miles away
I came home for dinner but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away
I hear ya talking but I’m miles away
I’m walking with ya but I’m miles away
I’m right here but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away
[Bridge – Black Josh]
My ex is calling, these snitches talking and all I got is my dick
My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit
I can’t think about all this shit, nar I can’t think about all this shit
My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit
[Verse 2 – Black Josh]
Rolling J’s outside the shop with Silent Bob after signing on
That ghetto fabulous life you want
That scally with the trackies and the Nikes on
That give a fuck about the system life, that too much drugs in the system type
I’m a ringleader and I whip it right, whip it right, whip it right
On the block like Marky Mark, I’m a fucking Manc and I party hard
I popped a pill and she popped her bra, I’m just playing the field like the Longest Yard
I’m too cool like Too Hotty, these goons think they’re the new Bobby
You caught a slap, you ain’t caught a body
You’re Tony Montana, I’m in school with a shotty
They put you on a pedestal and gonna take you off properly
Ya say you're making money and I want a piece of your profit
I'm picking your pocket and nicking your wallet, your ciggies and chronic
See your five pounds down before I make change
[Hook – Lee Scott]
That’s why I’m standing in your face but I’m miles away
I’m only next door but I’m miles away
I came home for dinner but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away
I hear ya talking but I’m miles away
I’m walking with ya but I’m miles away
I’m right here but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away
[Bridge – Black Josh]
My ex is calling, these snitches talking and all I got is my dick
My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit
I can’t think about all this shit, nar I can’t think about all this shit
My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit
Bitch I’m spaced in your face but I’m miles away
Must have slipped, took a trip, lost time, found a day
Yey, acting mute unless there’s something foul to say
Tryna find a hypodermic needle in a pile of hay
Making shit happen whilst you stand around a play
What the fuck you on about? Get your wallets out and pay cause
I don’t wanna end up bagging grams of beak lad
I’d rather sag and rap to eat sack
Your responsibility’s smoke the bud before it has a chance to steep
Dab the handkerchief in the chloroform now I’m fast asleep
After counting sheep for about a week
[Hook – Lee Scott]
That’s why I’m standing in your face but I’m miles away
I’m only next door but I’m miles away
I came home for dinner but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away
I hear ya talking but I’m miles away
I’m walking with ya but I’m miles away
I’m right here but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away
[Bridge – Black Josh]
My ex is calling, these snitches talking and all I got is my dick
My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit
I can’t think about all this shit, nar I can’t think about all this shit
My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit
[Verse 2 – Black Josh]
Rolling J’s outside the shop with Silent Bob after signing on
That ghetto fabulous life you want
That scally with the trackies and the Nikes on
That give a fuck about the system life, that too much drugs in the system type
I’m a ringleader and I whip it right, whip it right, whip it right
On the block like Marky Mark, I’m a fucking Manc and I party hard
I popped a pill and she popped her bra, I’m just playing the field like the Longest Yard
I’m too cool like Too Hotty, these goons think they’re the new Bobby
You caught a slap, you ain’t caught a body
You’re Tony Montana, I’m in school with a shotty
They put you on a pedestal and gonna take you off properly
Ya say you're making money and I want a piece of your profit
I'm picking your pocket and nicking your wallet, your ciggies and chronic
See your five pounds down before I make change
[Hook – Lee Scott]
That’s why I’m standing in your face but I’m miles away
I’m only next door but I’m miles away
I came home for dinner but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away
I hear ya talking but I’m miles away
I’m walking with ya but I’m miles away
I’m right here but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away
[Bridge – Black Josh]
My ex is calling, these snitches talking and all I got is my dick
My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit
I can’t think about all this shit, nar I can’t think about all this shit
My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit