Like, money boy shit, like, yeah
Really with the mob cosa nostra bitch, we extort shit
See that I'm a star, she wanna have my kids, I abort shit
Give a pussy up, I probably put my supporters on some board shit
Thermal vision with incendiary rounds, I'll torch shit
He givin' information in that room on some court shiy
Plastic bag on my Dior's, case I'm steppin' in some horse shit
Envy, they be hatin' on my name, I can't ignore shit
Why the f*ck you walkin' around Neiman's, can't afford shit
Nigga don't even got a studio, can't record shit
We don't pay the lease, all the cars we drive know we own shit
Rich nigga gettin' money, boy, they tryna clone shit
Hawk Hogan with the PLR, I abort shit
Cuban Lynx, AP on my wrist, think I stole shit
My pops made a name off the rap and he sold shit
Yes, I am Marky Otis' son and they know this
All my lyrics comin' off the head, I ain't wrote shit
The feds can't incriminate the mob, I don't post shit
Niggas say he's spinnin' for his mans, he ain't smoke shit
My nigga kept it solid, did a test, still ain't told shit
I'm tired of f*ckin' with these flam hoes, I need some coach
MBM chain, VVS diamonds, really froze shit
F*ck around and become a CEO, I endorse shit
Nigga wanna do a hundred interviews off the porch shit
They didn't wanna let me in the door, I had to force shit
Hoes on the ride past your princess on that escort shit
Shippin' pounds, had to drop it off on a forklift
Nigga hit my DM, askin' for some money on some Porsche
Kill a nigga, now detectives on my ass, they'll ignore shit
Yeah, I got a couple thousand dollars on me, I want more shit
A hundred balloons, break the rubber band, hard to sort shit
A hundred-some thousand on Dane now, they wanna hear more shit
Devil in the sky, you see him shave shit, metamorphs shit
Niggas in my ear, tellin' me about music, they don't know shit
Hoes turned up to my songs, this, I feel it in your core shit
Overkill, bullets to the head, no remorse shit
Cleaned my Prince out there, I killed a witness, can't report shit
Niggas say he certified, tweakin', he must snort shit
Illegal weapons come from Pakistan, we on that war shit
So just stay, sendin' out of time zones on that tour shit
Rage a bull if I see your pendant, I want your shit
Stumpin' niggas out in my new Thames, not New York shit
Bitch teen on him, got her nigga on divorce shit
Electric motors on the scenes, baby mama on some Porsche shit
When it come to money, fast land on that sport shit
You can't have me up, walkin' in the room, work for four
Just like Scala, baby, look right at my bitch, say you gorge
On your ass with no motion, I'm somewhere doped off of George
Off the coast, Scarface shit, get the bricks in Florida
Money boy shit, y'all can't f*ck with me
The f*ckin' takeover, 24 shit
Nigga, send your best one, nigga
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Like, money boy shit, like, yeah
Really with the mob cosa nostra bitch, we extort shit
See that I'm a star, she wanna have my kids, I abort shit
Give a pussy up, I probably put my supporters on some board shit
Thermal vision with incendiary rounds, I'll torch shit
He givin' information in that room on some court shiy
Plastic bag on my Dior's, case I'm steppin' in some horse shit
Envy, they be hatin' on my name, I can't ignore shit
Why the f*ck you walkin' around Neiman's, can't afford shit
Nigga don't even got a studio, can't record shit
We don't pay the lease, all the cars we drive know we own shit
Rich nigga gettin' money, boy, they tryna clone shit
Hawk Hogan with the PLR, I abort shit
Cuban Lynx, AP on my wrist, think I stole shit
My pops made a name off the rap and he sold shit
Yes, I am Marky Otis' son and they know this
All my lyrics comin' off the head, I ain't wrote shit
The feds can't incriminate the mob, I don't post shit
Niggas say he's spinnin' for his mans, he ain't smoke shit
My nigga kept it solid, did a test, still ain't told shit
I'm tired of f*ckin' with these flam hoes, I need some coach
MBM chain, VVS diamonds, really froze shit
F*ck around and become a CEO, I endorse shit
Nigga wanna do a hundred interviews off the porch shit
They didn't wanna let me in the door, I had to force shit
Hoes on the ride past your princess on that escort shit
Shippin' pounds, had to drop it off on a forklift
Nigga hit my DM, askin' for some money on some Porsche
Kill a nigga, now detectives on my ass, they'll ignore shit
Yeah, I got a couple thousand dollars on me, I want more shit
A hundred balloons, break the rubber band, hard to sort shit
A hundred-some thousand on Dane now, they wanna hear more shit
Devil in the sky, you see him shave shit, metamorphs shit
Niggas in my ear, tellin' me about music, they don't know shit
Hoes turned up to my songs, this, I feel it in your core shit
Overkill, bullets to the head, no remorse shit
Cleaned my Prince out there, I killed a witness, can't report shit
Niggas say he certified, tweakin', he must snort shit
Illegal weapons come from Pakistan, we on that war shit
So just stay, sendin' out of time zones on that tour shit
Rage a bull if I see your pendant, I want your shit
Stumpin' niggas out in my new Thames, not New York shit
Bitch teen on him, got her nigga on divorce shit
Electric motors on the scenes, baby mama on some Porsche shit
When it come to money, fast land on that sport shit
You can't have me up, walkin' in the room, work for four
Just like Scala, baby, look right at my bitch, say you gorge
On your ass with no motion, I'm somewhere doped off of George
Off the coast, Scarface shit, get the bricks in Florida
Money boy shit, y'all can't f*ck with me
The f*ckin' takeover, 24 shit
Nigga, send your best one, nigga
15 mixtapes
Thanks for watching
Really with the mob cosa nostra bitch, we extort shit
See that I'm a star, she wanna have my kids, I abort shit
Give a pussy up, I probably put my supporters on some board shit
Thermal vision with incendiary rounds, I'll torch shit
He givin' information in that room on some court shiy
Plastic bag on my Dior's, case I'm steppin' in some horse shit
Envy, they be hatin' on my name, I can't ignore shit
Why the f*ck you walkin' around Neiman's, can't afford shit
Nigga don't even got a studio, can't record shit
We don't pay the lease, all the cars we drive know we own shit
Rich nigga gettin' money, boy, they tryna clone shit
Hawk Hogan with the PLR, I abort shit
Cuban Lynx, AP on my wrist, think I stole shit
My pops made a name off the rap and he sold shit
Yes, I am Marky Otis' son and they know this
All my lyrics comin' off the head, I ain't wrote shit
The feds can't incriminate the mob, I don't post shit
Niggas say he's spinnin' for his mans, he ain't smoke shit
My nigga kept it solid, did a test, still ain't told shit
I'm tired of f*ckin' with these flam hoes, I need some coach
MBM chain, VVS diamonds, really froze shit
F*ck around and become a CEO, I endorse shit
Nigga wanna do a hundred interviews off the porch shit
They didn't wanna let me in the door, I had to force shit
Hoes on the ride past your princess on that escort shit
Shippin' pounds, had to drop it off on a forklift
Nigga hit my DM, askin' for some money on some Porsche
Kill a nigga, now detectives on my ass, they'll ignore shit
Yeah, I got a couple thousand dollars on me, I want more shit
A hundred balloons, break the rubber band, hard to sort shit
A hundred-some thousand on Dane now, they wanna hear more shit
Devil in the sky, you see him shave shit, metamorphs shit
Niggas in my ear, tellin' me about music, they don't know shit
Hoes turned up to my songs, this, I feel it in your core shit
Overkill, bullets to the head, no remorse shit
Cleaned my Prince out there, I killed a witness, can't report shit
Niggas say he certified, tweakin', he must snort shit
Illegal weapons come from Pakistan, we on that war shit
So just stay, sendin' out of time zones on that tour shit
Rage a bull if I see your pendant, I want your shit
Stumpin' niggas out in my new Thames, not New York shit
Bitch teen on him, got her nigga on divorce shit
Electric motors on the scenes, baby mama on some Porsche shit
When it come to money, fast land on that sport shit
You can't have me up, walkin' in the room, work for four
Just like Scala, baby, look right at my bitch, say you gorge
On your ass with no motion, I'm somewhere doped off of George
Off the coast, Scarface shit, get the bricks in Florida
Money boy shit, y'all can't f*ck with me
The f*ckin' takeover, 24 shit
Nigga, send your best one, nigga
15 mixtapes
Thanks for watching
Writer: Marcus Mosley
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid