Man, I can't stop time ballin' Won't stop, still crawlin
Come on, dawg, got mouths to feed Tell the mailman quit stallin
Like my checks quick and my chick thick And every shot I take is fallin
You can kiss my ass some lipstick If it ain't money, dawg, quit calling
My time is precious, I'm always stressin' I don't wanna talk, I don't need your lecture
F*ck your president and the next election I'm up a dead press at the intersection
F*ck you, homie, pay me All this money don't make me
You just mad because you ain't me I'm postin' in my spot off safety Like, bam
In an instance, it's endless business In an interest, with a kinship spirit
With a vengeance, assistance givin' With a split that's
How can I spit this now bout to rip this
Explicit, miss with the ellipsin Consistence, kiss real, will it get ya
Only for shit now, with a flip, yeah
Bye For the script, you'll start smellin' vengeance
Mike Trey, the one with the flow The one that be keepin' it goin
We already grindin, we back in the dough I already put him on order
I'm comin, I promise, it's fast and I flow
The only way, able to show you
And not do it for you is to act like you know
How can I do this? I'm bout to rule the chop With the coolest stop, be a foolish hop
With the new shit, props while I lose this shock When I use that rock, when I move shit
I never thought of my life, a nigga was able to breathe
When I draw a line out, when I ride for the pass With the fire, with the lock and the keys
Came from the bottom, true story Had to jump, man, no Jordan
Remember, couldn't afford it, foreign cars all in my storage
Don't be actin' like you know me unless you pay me what you owe me
I split it with the team, bitch, I'm ballin' like Kobe
Had sit down, cause they can't stand me Up in New York, Marcus Camby
Cash me checks, I keep the toaster handy Then it's back to Texas, just to feed the family
All of y'all tryna play me, bitch Snakes hid, the hand, but they tail long
Get a dog with some new tricks Bet when I sit, said it's on the throne
Cause I'm king, do my thing, I'm a boss On a team, CEO, what you mean
Boy I make it head bang, gotta go for the green
Bitch, I'm back, no Billie Jean
Thoroughtbred, that's in the genes Rock the show and stuff the
Electrify a man, I give him the check I'm Messiah, got the hands in the air
Silver back, you can tell by the hair Real nigga, you can tell by the stare
Magic dog, not we don't compared
Mystical over kicks and the snare
Say it's God plan, got intentions in the air
But you lookin' for the man well the man right here
Say that you want it, my nigga, I'm on it I get it, I got it, it's gone
They thought I was dumb, I got money Young 28, I had bought my first home
F*ck what they sayin, as long as they payin' My pocket's financially strong
Congratulations, that's how we made it ain't I do this right here on my own
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Man, I can't stop time ballin' Won't stop, still crawlin
Come on, dawg, got mouths to feed Tell the mailman quit stallin
Like my checks quick and my chick thick And every shot I take is fallin
You can kiss my ass some lipstick If it ain't money, dawg, quit calling
My time is precious, I'm always stressin' I don't wanna talk, I don't need your lecture
F*ck your president and the next election I'm up a dead press at the intersection
F*ck you, homie, pay me All this money don't make me
You just mad because you ain't me I'm postin' in my spot off safety Like, bam
In an instance, it's endless business In an interest, with a kinship spirit
With a vengeance, assistance givin' With a split that's
How can I spit this now bout to rip this
Explicit, miss with the ellipsin Consistence, kiss real, will it get ya
Only for shit now, with a flip, yeah
Bye For the script, you'll start smellin' vengeance
Mike Trey, the one with the flow The one that be keepin' it goin
We already grindin, we back in the dough I already put him on order
I'm comin, I promise, it's fast and I flow
The only way, able to show you
And not do it for you is to act like you know
How can I do this? I'm bout to rule the chop With the coolest stop, be a foolish hop
With the new shit, props while I lose this shock When I use that rock, when I move shit
I never thought of my life, a nigga was able to breathe
When I draw a line out, when I ride for the pass With the fire, with the lock and the keys
Came from the bottom, true story Had to jump, man, no Jordan
Remember, couldn't afford it, foreign cars all in my storage
Don't be actin' like you know me unless you pay me what you owe me
I split it with the team, bitch, I'm ballin' like Kobe
Had sit down, cause they can't stand me Up in New York, Marcus Camby
Cash me checks, I keep the toaster handy Then it's back to Texas, just to feed the family
All of y'all tryna play me, bitch Snakes hid, the hand, but they tail long
Get a dog with some new tricks Bet when I sit, said it's on the throne
Cause I'm king, do my thing, I'm a boss On a team, CEO, what you mean
Boy I make it head bang, gotta go for the green
Bitch, I'm back, no Billie Jean
Thoroughtbred, that's in the genes Rock the show and stuff the
Electrify a man, I give him the check I'm Messiah, got the hands in the air
Silver back, you can tell by the hair Real nigga, you can tell by the stare
Magic dog, not we don't compared
Mystical over kicks and the snare
Say it's God plan, got intentions in the air
But you lookin' for the man well the man right here
Say that you want it, my nigga, I'm on it I get it, I got it, it's gone
They thought I was dumb, I got money Young 28, I had bought my first home
F*ck what they sayin, as long as they payin' My pocket's financially strong
Congratulations, that's how we made it ain't I do this right here on my own
Come on, dawg, got mouths to feed Tell the mailman quit stallin
Like my checks quick and my chick thick And every shot I take is fallin
You can kiss my ass some lipstick If it ain't money, dawg, quit calling
My time is precious, I'm always stressin' I don't wanna talk, I don't need your lecture
F*ck your president and the next election I'm up a dead press at the intersection
F*ck you, homie, pay me All this money don't make me
You just mad because you ain't me I'm postin' in my spot off safety Like, bam
In an instance, it's endless business In an interest, with a kinship spirit
With a vengeance, assistance givin' With a split that's
How can I spit this now bout to rip this
Explicit, miss with the ellipsin Consistence, kiss real, will it get ya
Only for shit now, with a flip, yeah
Bye For the script, you'll start smellin' vengeance
Mike Trey, the one with the flow The one that be keepin' it goin
We already grindin, we back in the dough I already put him on order
I'm comin, I promise, it's fast and I flow
The only way, able to show you
And not do it for you is to act like you know
How can I do this? I'm bout to rule the chop With the coolest stop, be a foolish hop
With the new shit, props while I lose this shock When I use that rock, when I move shit
I never thought of my life, a nigga was able to breathe
When I draw a line out, when I ride for the pass With the fire, with the lock and the keys
Came from the bottom, true story Had to jump, man, no Jordan
Remember, couldn't afford it, foreign cars all in my storage
Don't be actin' like you know me unless you pay me what you owe me
I split it with the team, bitch, I'm ballin' like Kobe
Had sit down, cause they can't stand me Up in New York, Marcus Camby
Cash me checks, I keep the toaster handy Then it's back to Texas, just to feed the family
All of y'all tryna play me, bitch Snakes hid, the hand, but they tail long
Get a dog with some new tricks Bet when I sit, said it's on the throne
Cause I'm king, do my thing, I'm a boss On a team, CEO, what you mean
Boy I make it head bang, gotta go for the green
Bitch, I'm back, no Billie Jean
Thoroughtbred, that's in the genes Rock the show and stuff the
Electrify a man, I give him the check I'm Messiah, got the hands in the air
Silver back, you can tell by the hair Real nigga, you can tell by the stare
Magic dog, not we don't compared
Mystical over kicks and the snare
Say it's God plan, got intentions in the air
But you lookin' for the man well the man right here
Say that you want it, my nigga, I'm on it I get it, I got it, it's gone
They thought I was dumb, I got money Young 28, I had bought my first home
F*ck what they sayin, as long as they payin' My pocket's financially strong
Congratulations, that's how we made it ain't I do this right here on my own
Writer: Reginald DeVore, Mic Trey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid