If you out of line, we gon' put you in place
Tie em up just like a lace
I need the M's in the back of the safe
I'm about to go take the check to the bank
I need a million, a billion ways
I'ma make sure my brothers get paid
We bout' to back up and get to them digits I don't want the Maybach, I'm coppin' the Raith
All of my brothers, they stayin' on go
We bout' to head to the store
We bout' to get all the tickets and dividends
Make sure my mom and my dad get a loaf
I got the flo from two different area codes And I know I done said it before
Peanut butter on the inside Got the jelly to jam in the door
Tezzo said he was gon give me the faith Black
Head to the back of the bank Cash
Whippin' and cookin' in the kitchen You know I'ma fry it, I don't like to bake
Now you know I don't got time today I'ma need you to get out the way
Sittin' here up in my stelo You know you can't penetrate
It will not break on my mama
Yeah, like a twist, I got two, that's a lot
If it get frizzy, the locks in the sock
Had to break off, bro, a piece of the Plot
Had to cook up, mama brought out the pot
They probably thought I was dancin' The way the hands be tickin' right off of the heart
I planted the seed, you ain't helpin' grow Then you out of the picture, you bout' to get cropped
No, I ain't never had time to go hang with nobody That ain't finna help get them dividends
Ain't got the winter to make us a movie Go look at the clip that I did it in
I got the key to be fly like a kite Ain't no static with me, I'm not binging
Man, I told my brothers that we finna get it For real and I guess that we bout' to go get it then
If you out of line, we gon' put you in place Tie him up just like a lace
I need the M's in the back of the safe I'm bout' to go take the check to the bank
I need a million, billion ways I'ma make sure my brothers could paid
They bout' to back up and get to them digits I don't want the Maybach, I'm coppin' the raith
All of my brothers, they stayin' on go
We bout' to head to the store
We bout' to get all the tickets and dividends Make sure my mom and my dad get a loaf
I got the flo from some two different area coats And I know I done said it before
Peanut butter on the inside Got the jelly to jam in the door
Streets quiet , shh So I'm bout' to go make some noise
Look like gorillas when we step up inside of the room
None of them know not to play with some boys Somebody give me a coat, mm-mm
Cause I swear to God, I done been cold If you went through it, I went through the gear While I'm mad, I know you would've been folded
We stackin' like some pancakes Runnin' like a relay
Like a slip n' slide, run up the money You drizzle, we butter up the runway
Too sunny outside, throw my shades on While we ridin' down the freeway
No, we not limited You know we winnin
It's huzzah thunder, we bout' to make a play
Yeah, let the register close Double up, I'm bout' to go get some more
Three Musketeers got the chocolate flo
Back up the letters, let's walk out the store
Checkin' receipts before you walk through the door
If you a snake, you ain't rockin' for sure
I caught him sleepin' so I put the Z's
In front of the digits, had too many rolls
Keemfrmda248 - OUTTA LINE (feat. TayDaGreat) Lyrics
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If you out of line, we gon' put you in place
Tie em up just like a lace
I need the M's in the back of the safe
I'm about to go take the check to the bank
I need a million, a billion ways
I'ma make sure my brothers get paid
We bout' to back up and get to them digits I don't want the Maybach, I'm coppin' the Raith
All of my brothers, they stayin' on go
We bout' to head to the store
We bout' to get all the tickets and dividends
Make sure my mom and my dad get a loaf
I got the flo from two different area codes And I know I done said it before
Peanut butter on the inside Got the jelly to jam in the door
Tezzo said he was gon give me the faith Black
Head to the back of the bank Cash
Whippin' and cookin' in the kitchen You know I'ma fry it, I don't like to bake
Now you know I don't got time today I'ma need you to get out the way
Sittin' here up in my stelo You know you can't penetrate
It will not break on my mama
Yeah, like a twist, I got two, that's a lot
If it get frizzy, the locks in the sock
Had to break off, bro, a piece of the Plot
Had to cook up, mama brought out the pot
They probably thought I was dancin' The way the hands be tickin' right off of the heart
I planted the seed, you ain't helpin' grow Then you out of the picture, you bout' to get cropped
No, I ain't never had time to go hang with nobody That ain't finna help get them dividends
Ain't got the winter to make us a movie Go look at the clip that I did it in
I got the key to be fly like a kite Ain't no static with me, I'm not binging
Man, I told my brothers that we finna get it For real and I guess that we bout' to go get it then
If you out of line, we gon' put you in place Tie him up just like a lace
I need the M's in the back of the safe I'm bout' to go take the check to the bank
I need a million, billion ways I'ma make sure my brothers could paid
They bout' to back up and get to them digits I don't want the Maybach, I'm coppin' the raith
All of my brothers, they stayin' on go
We bout' to head to the store
We bout' to get all the tickets and dividends Make sure my mom and my dad get a loaf
I got the flo from some two different area coats And I know I done said it before
Peanut butter on the inside Got the jelly to jam in the door
Streets quiet , shh So I'm bout' to go make some noise
Look like gorillas when we step up inside of the room
None of them know not to play with some boys Somebody give me a coat, mm-mm
Cause I swear to God, I done been cold If you went through it, I went through the gear While I'm mad, I know you would've been folded
We stackin' like some pancakes Runnin' like a relay
Like a slip n' slide, run up the money You drizzle, we butter up the runway
Too sunny outside, throw my shades on While we ridin' down the freeway
No, we not limited You know we winnin
It's huzzah thunder, we bout' to make a play
Yeah, let the register close Double up, I'm bout' to go get some more
Three Musketeers got the chocolate flo
Back up the letters, let's walk out the store
Checkin' receipts before you walk through the door
If you a snake, you ain't rockin' for sure
I caught him sleepin' so I put the Z's
In front of the digits, had too many rolls
Tie em up just like a lace
I need the M's in the back of the safe
I'm about to go take the check to the bank
I need a million, a billion ways
I'ma make sure my brothers get paid
We bout' to back up and get to them digits I don't want the Maybach, I'm coppin' the Raith
All of my brothers, they stayin' on go
We bout' to head to the store
We bout' to get all the tickets and dividends
Make sure my mom and my dad get a loaf
I got the flo from two different area codes And I know I done said it before
Peanut butter on the inside Got the jelly to jam in the door
Tezzo said he was gon give me the faith Black
Head to the back of the bank Cash
Whippin' and cookin' in the kitchen You know I'ma fry it, I don't like to bake
Now you know I don't got time today I'ma need you to get out the way
Sittin' here up in my stelo You know you can't penetrate
It will not break on my mama
Yeah, like a twist, I got two, that's a lot
If it get frizzy, the locks in the sock
Had to break off, bro, a piece of the Plot
Had to cook up, mama brought out the pot
They probably thought I was dancin' The way the hands be tickin' right off of the heart
I planted the seed, you ain't helpin' grow Then you out of the picture, you bout' to get cropped
No, I ain't never had time to go hang with nobody That ain't finna help get them dividends
Ain't got the winter to make us a movie Go look at the clip that I did it in
I got the key to be fly like a kite Ain't no static with me, I'm not binging
Man, I told my brothers that we finna get it For real and I guess that we bout' to go get it then
If you out of line, we gon' put you in place Tie him up just like a lace
I need the M's in the back of the safe I'm bout' to go take the check to the bank
I need a million, billion ways I'ma make sure my brothers could paid
They bout' to back up and get to them digits I don't want the Maybach, I'm coppin' the raith
All of my brothers, they stayin' on go
We bout' to head to the store
We bout' to get all the tickets and dividends Make sure my mom and my dad get a loaf
I got the flo from some two different area coats And I know I done said it before
Peanut butter on the inside Got the jelly to jam in the door
Streets quiet , shh So I'm bout' to go make some noise
Look like gorillas when we step up inside of the room
None of them know not to play with some boys Somebody give me a coat, mm-mm
Cause I swear to God, I done been cold If you went through it, I went through the gear While I'm mad, I know you would've been folded
We stackin' like some pancakes Runnin' like a relay
Like a slip n' slide, run up the money You drizzle, we butter up the runway
Too sunny outside, throw my shades on While we ridin' down the freeway
No, we not limited You know we winnin
It's huzzah thunder, we bout' to make a play
Yeah, let the register close Double up, I'm bout' to go get some more
Three Musketeers got the chocolate flo
Back up the letters, let's walk out the store
Checkin' receipts before you walk through the door
If you a snake, you ain't rockin' for sure
I caught him sleepin' so I put the Z's
In front of the digits, had too many rolls
Writer: Akeem Sanders
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