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Are you irresponsible without your money or not? Thought he had a plan but we gon' foil his plot Heard him sneakin' in so we just ran in the spot And then we spin the block around just like the hands on a clock Are you irresponsible without your money or not? Thought he had a plan but we gon' foil his plot Heard him sneakin' in so we just ran in the spot And then we spin the block around just like the hands on a clock Come like a bat out of hell, I dare you to cross like a revenant And my energy paralyze him like I'm finger 11 Take a second, I'm finna send it like a pair and a message Who the best? If it ain't me then you need you a confession You a mess Uh, you ain't scary to me Heard you was the leader, but that ain't apparent to me Put dots on you like cheetah, run up then I'm airin' the scene Now I feel just like Vegeta, prince and I'm an heir to the seat I mean, for real Tesla drive itself so I don't even grab the wheel S all on my chest but it don't mean the man of steel It mean I'm walking with some money, man, I mean a couple mil' Ahem, ew Think you need a meal You ain't even eatin' while I'm feasting in the field That's why I'm always cheesin' 'cause I feel like Uncle Phil And all these losers think they're fresh But they ain't half the man as Will Are you irresponsible without your money or not? Thought he had a plan but we gon' foil his plot Heard him sneakin' in so we just ran in the spot And then we spin the block around just like the hands on a clock Are you irresponsible without your money or not? Thought he had a plan but we gon' foil his plot Heard him sneakin' in so we just ran in the spot And then we spin the block around just like the hands on a clock Just like the hands on a clock It go back to back when I'm doin' numbers All them mad that I'm drivin' the bus so they threw me under Heard they mad that you're one of us so they boo each other Think that they're the winning team Go lose and then they choose another And that's okay 'cause I'm competin' with me, not you I live with blessings like I can't stop sneezing, achoo I hate to break it but me and myself top two I blow away the competition like a bowl of hot soup And there's no catch I go and get the bag and I'm not bringing it back I'm like a down QB, I put the pain in the past And if you ever had a problem, promise I didn't ask So what's four for four, in the car I'ma dash Shake and bake, told 'em all you ain't first, you last Lil' boy, that's facts I'ma grow that cash 'til my money Haha, you know what, I'ma stop, haha
Writer(s): Garth Best, Clifford Myrtil Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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