Lil Willie - Phil Jackson Lyrics

Ayy, bro, I'm in f*cking album mode
Ceo getting money he bring racks in
Tryna get my team, 11 like Phil Jackson

She on my dick now, but she ain't want me back then
Cam and Fatty hit Miami, I just locked in
I been on my pimpen I want all the racks
That bitch for the streets, I can't call her back

I gotta be careful who I give my time to
Ain't got no motion, I can't be around you
I want that real money, I'm going overseas yea
Don't want my bitch trippin', I switch em every season

They know I chase money, I don't get up for no reason
You in my clientele, you smokin' the best tree
I'm out shockoe bottom yea, I'm off all meds
You can't beef and get no money, I know y'all dead

All ceo know is that auto, that's what y'all said
Why y'all hatin' every nigga winnin', that's how y'all play it
These nigga really hate my sound, but this my style
Kam came home hella bands, it took you a while

They know that I bring em in, all I sling is loud
They gon' call me Fake yea , soon as I go viral
I can see me up next, jumpin' in the crowd
Bitch get out your feelings, yeah, I don't wanna see you cry

These bitches say they a hunnid, yeah, they gon' tell you lies
Ain't beefin' over no bitches, yeah, we just gon' high five
I stayed on that business , yeah, bitch, I'm back outside
Bitch, I'm back outside , with that shit yea

She said that she tired that bitch big mad
These niggas be lyin', I know we ready
All I hear is drill, y'all better go pop
Y'all not on those bands, y'all, it's not a lock

I did it again, I took no loss
Had to drop my friends, they want no boss
Gotta roll up again , got a hunnid, I win
I'm not Rich homie Quan but I'm still goin' in

You drop the number on that Za I'm bet I'm gone win