Lyrics

I just lean with it, rock with it cock fitted Jalopen with it, that's hot wit it Clock tickin' so I mean business Wallets thicken lot of spinach Yea my team get it, you stop business glock spittin' (blow) A durag couldn't top this wave Ya hear my style ya amazed in this modern day age I ride in a Range with a young blonde with some braids She got her some brains that'll get her college prepaid (Suave) My bars like getting Cali kush lit They hit harder than if Bruce Lee lands a good kick Couple unsolved deaths yea that made the hood flip But karma like a bad bitch getting good dick Cuz she come back around she always does It is what it is it was what it was A higher level and you disappointed A busy man shit to get with me the devil gotta make appointments na I be on my P's and my Q's dot my I's cross my T's in it for the W Na Took a couple of L'zs rolled an L stacking G's to they M's, hustling ain't nothing new Na Never catching Z's I don't snooze Na Gotta couple K's make a move a na Put yo ass in ICU Na Have ya old ass make the news Na I be on my shit never B's Live with what I do never regrets All about a dollar fuck yo respect Fk yo respect Dough I need that yea I need that Cash, credit, debit checks yea I need that Western Union PayPal yea I need that Dough I need that yea I need that I'm so cool with it I couldn't go to school with it How I move wit it like a thief it's smooth wit it I'm a goon with it... free my na Scroon did it I just cruise in it... no whip cream cool whip it Let it talk to ya... wit the cal I moo wit it I'm a fool wit it, Ain't nothing new wit Boy I been solid, earned my stripes I'm pool wit it (Suave) They don't want me stuck nothin I don't stand when I jizz but I'm up and coming Dollar after dollar all thats on my mind Respect and power's on three way (why) cuz all that's on the line Caine killed Able Judas betrayed Jesus You don't think niggas want betray you... you tweaking Mind pure genius, bars damn demons Flow erected penis beats the damn seamen It give that shit life ya wife steady clinging Lactose round you with me she steady cheesing I be killing rappers crews steady grieving My style they be biting yea they steady teething No garlic powder but this be my season It's a cold winter this gone be the meanest This road blocked off I'm in my own lane Shit these bars a make God say his own name I be on my P's and my Q's dot my I's cross my T's in it for the W Na Took a couple of L'zs rolled an L stacking G's to they M's, hustling ain't nothing new Na Never catching Z's I don't snooze Na Gotta couple K's make a move a na Put yo ass in ICU Na Have ya old ass make the news Na I be on my shit never B's Live with what I do never regrets All about a dollar fuck yo respect Fk yo respect Dough I need that yea I need that Cash, credit, debit checks yea I need that Western Union PayPal yea I need that Dough I need that yea I need that
Writer(s): Jeffrey Dean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out