Lyrics

I do the most for the cheese, more for your respect He jumpin' out his beak, he think it's subtle but I peep that It's too much of the team, we can't leave yet Might need a limousine, or a P jet I know it might seem like it's for nothing when I reject Can't fuck with Mikey, my shit coming up as green text You know it's Mike B, in the summer turn to Keith sweat Take nothing lightly, you talking tough you getting' g-check High speed, take a dunk and get your feet wet Want all the nice things, but I ain't rushing, I'ma relax Did it right, sittin' on some money that's a bean bag Mid July my brother got on hoodie and a ski mask I'm in the Stuy, Mussel this ain't Cookies in the weed bag I be really fried, please don't think it's trouble when I speed past It be me and Naav, plus I brought a couple of the G's If it's me or not, if they in the huddle, they with team then
Writer(s): Michael Bonema Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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