Ultimate Green lyrics

by

Young Buck


[Produced by Scott Storch]

[Intro]
We be counting this money motherf*cker
Ayo, check this sh*t, this sh*t prosperous

[Hook]
We do the ultimate schemes
To make ultimate cream
(The money!)
Ultimate dreams
To sell the ultimate beams
(The money!)
The ultimate mean
To score ultimate G’s
(Silence)
We gotta go and make the ultimate green

[Verse 1]
All of this success makes me feel like I'm Heaven sent
I went through the struggle, just to make my presidents
My diagnosis was depression, the dollar bill’s my medicine
f*ck a mansion on the islands, I got the whole island as my residence
All these lesser Men, ain’t as fly as the jet I’m in
I spread the wealth to all my homies, whether they be black or they be mexican
I enjoy the status of being regarded as benevolent
And by the time I wipe out my foes they be considered deficit
Think of me as a decadent but I think on the plane of an Edison
Cause schemes flash in my mind like a light bulb, and my fashion style elegant
No one could connect me to sh*t, f*ck all the evidence
Thrown out like gutter trash, I be setting precedents
I hire anyone and everybody, motherf*ck a prejudice
Everything is prosperous, my position is eminence
Better call me your excellence, or you’ll be shot up in your tenements
Either way though, when I die, all you f*cks will stay irrelevant
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