Lyrics

I ain't been to sleep in days, I'm too busy getting paid I can't give no leeway, I can't give no leeway yeah Yeah, ya dig Hey My momma played daddy when I was younger She like the goat with no farm 2015, a nigga lost his heart If you a player, play ya part If you my bitch, play ya role If you my bro, play the wing The power comes with a price I pay the price and leave a tip Yeah Back on the road to riches Yeah, cut from a whole different cloth My nigga I stole ya scissors I know the difference between real and fake And I'm sorry but bro, you isn't Yeah, run up them digits We getting rich like I voted for Nixon Yeah yeah I ain't been to sleep in days, I'm too busy getting paid Uh, I can't give no leeway, I can't give no leeway Uh, eat a bitch like cheesecake and everyday's my bday Yeah, if they ain't playing my shit, my dawgs gon shoot the DJ When I drink, its a double cup If I fuck her on rubbers, I double up Momma said "stay out the kitchen lil boy You can play with that heat if you dumb enough" It gets cold in these streets nigga, bundle up She a bird and I'm bout to fuck a duck We up, we all the way up like a uppercut Yeah yeah Losing is seldom and haters are welcomed Yeah, I'm not a felon but I know some felons She call me a beast, I get all in that belly I'm better than average, I'm shooting like Stephen I got that water, more water than melons I married the money, no crashing my wedding Yeah, blunt in my hand like a stick Dick in her mouth like a Twix Diamonds on fleek like a bitch Throw up ya set and get sick I cried when they got Money Mitch Yeah, get 3 hoes to break down a brick Call em the 3 little pigs Call on me dawg, I'm legit Can't trust a nigga for shit Sly as a fox like Rick Yeah yeah Free all the homies doing fed time I just got some head that made the headlines Realest niggas in the building, hold ya hands high Beat out all the pussy niggas by a landslide
Writer(s): Thomas Cameron Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out