Lyrics

(Mark Goble on the beats, baby) Yo, okay Fresh off a trip from Sedona, picked up land and put down Coronas Livin' like a young high roller, the drip so crazy, this that pneumonia (whoo) Homie I been livin' in God mode Kidnapped the game, now I'm givin' it Stockholm The racks on deck, I'mma triple it pronto I spit crack rock 'til I'm mentionin' Pablo, come on I been on the wave so long no doubt I'm about to get sea sick Heard y'all comin' for the King, that's Treason Better bow down, bitch pledge your allegiance They don't wanna see Vin when they get crypto rich Big combs that are livin' with a nympho bitch Thick hoes and they tanner than a pistol grip 'Cause the money counter settled like akimbo grit's like brrrr Where should I allocate All of this paper that's makin' me salivate I know it talks, I let it elaborate It told me pop a bottle of the Cabernet I don't recalibrate, back to the basics Live out a dream, create an oasis Don't got a crew, don't got a clique My team a corporate organization, hold up No we could never remain average The money ain't a joke hoe we ain't laughin', woah Never see the team ace slackin' We get up in the stew and we create classics, yo They said I'd never do it but the makin' better music Now I drop a tape and sell out every unit Swear embarrassing y'all is so therapeutic, come on Y'all movin' in the wrong direction, gossip all day never talk investments like (ho) Listen while the boss inflects I'mma break this shit down like a small intestine like (ho) If you really wanna bring in the mil, its kill or be killed You gotta be willin' to build, you know Gotta elevate and pick up a skill to triple the bills And really be the King of the Hill, you know? They better off killin' me (K-k-killin' me) 'Cause they never find the enemy to match up my abilities I don't have the energy (energy energy) To be everything for everybody Though I'm still stackin' bodies as a hobby, I don't play with nobody (woo) Y'all anorex, I ain't feelin' no body Apart my erection, fuck your discretion You won't let it slide but you slide it's electric Madness and method the math and the message I'm factorin' in only half of my blessings If I were divine, my divine intervention Aside from ascension, I'm high, what the question? Fall off, oh you waitin' for the fall off? Man look at all this money on my collar Ring the line back, bitch I'mma pick 'em all off And if I only get one shot, it's sawed-off I spread the love, I don't lack the vision it's on sight but you're actually winnin' Like the type that'll stop the grinnin' (st- st- stop) Like the type that'll have your close friends actin' different We go all in, you go all in? Yeah I could fit dick and both balls in (what?) No pausin', been in the game Playin' go God mode, down for a pray? I put 'em to the side, they don't pay me no mind Got too many dollar signs, we got some the money can't buy Got a hunnid' lives, don't kill my vibe I got heart and don't pay no mind The numbers don't lie They know I'm still getting paid They know, they know I'm still getting paid
Writer(s): Vincent Jacovelli, Mark Goble Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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