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Jerome Video (MV)




Performed By: Mont P.
Language: English
Length: 3:47
Written by: Lamont Purnell




Mont P. - Jerome Lyrics
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I remember when I couldn't get a call
These niggas did me foul now I just sit and ball
I've been busy getting money I'm tryna get some more
That's why when you hit phone, I just hit ignore
These niggas with no ambition piss me off
They acting like somebody gotta give shit to y'all
See I got it out the mud, got it out the mud
They ask how I got access I say I'm my plug
I planned it, then I planted, and I managed to make shit happen
I feel so blessed someone pass me a napkin
My presence alone got hoes overreacting
When I show up you know I'm with a bad bitch
Fly as Aladdin, high as giraffes is
She's dragging a wagon, my pockets on swole
I do nothing opposite of getting dough
That means I do not, NOT get money
Don't ask me for shit you won't get a cent from me
I was on the way, but no one waited for me
Now the ones that been working been looking like Tommy
And ain't nothing funny bout that
But now that I'm in the house you need to watch your mouth
Bitch I feel like Jerome, too player on 'em without a doubt, and that's real
Bitch I feel like Jerome, too player I'm a pro
Chest out on swole, left wrist on gold, yea
Used to get no love from hoes, now I get more yeas than no's
Stayed down ten toes, ask God I was chosen
Bitch I feel like Jerome, too player I'm a pro
Chest out on swole, left wrist on gold, yea
Used to get no love from hoes, now I get more yeas than no's
Stayed down ten toes, ask God I was chosen
(I remember when I couldn't get a call) Ask God I was chosen
(I've been busy getting money I'm tryna get some more) Ask God I was chosen
I want it, I get it boy can see that
Speaking shit into existence I believe that
You cool with 50-50, we keep it 100 wherever we at
Relax, he back, took time off then he relapsed
Cuz I stayed dope, ain't broke, prayed for it, payed for it
Worked all night till it turned into day for it
But never will I ever be a slave for it
Nor will my soul be for sale for it
If it ain't about a dollar then I can't do it
If I gotta follow then I ain't moving
Learned how to grind not skateboard
In other words its all work, it ain't sport
Cuz I ain't got time to play
I got mouths to feed, I like the finer things
I got big BIG dreams so I gotta stay
Woke, I can't joke with this I'm not a Wayans
See if you ask Lamont, I was a laughing stock
And I ain't give a f*ck cuz I had the guap
Nice ass car when I back in spots, and online like lures when it's not in stock
I hit a reset button, they thought I stopped, and now I'm back, better than ever
I'm okay see, and on point with it, Chris Paul couldn't have done it better
This dog, it ain't nothing special, you can do it too with your best effort
I would say I'm rocking like Def Leppard
But you know the song and what I gotta tell em, I'm saying bitch I feel like Jerome
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I remember when I couldn't get a call
These niggas did me foul now I just sit and ball
I've been busy getting money I'm tryna get some more
That's why when you hit phone, I just hit ignore
These niggas with no ambition piss me off
They acting like somebody gotta give shit to y'all
See I got it out the mud, got it out the mud
They ask how I got access I say I'm my plug
I planned it, then I planted, and I managed to make shit happen
I feel so blessed someone pass me a napkin
My presence alone got hoes overreacting
When I show up you know I'm with a bad bitch
Fly as Aladdin, high as giraffes is
She's dragging a wagon, my pockets on swole
I do nothing opposite of getting dough
That means I do not, NOT get money
Don't ask me for shit you won't get a cent from me
I was on the way, but no one waited for me
Now the ones that been working been looking like Tommy
And ain't nothing funny bout that
But now that I'm in the house you need to watch your mouth
Bitch I feel like Jerome, too player on 'em without a doubt, and that's real
Bitch I feel like Jerome, too player I'm a pro
Chest out on swole, left wrist on gold, yea
Used to get no love from hoes, now I get more yeas than no's
Stayed down ten toes, ask God I was chosen
Bitch I feel like Jerome, too player I'm a pro
Chest out on swole, left wrist on gold, yea
Used to get no love from hoes, now I get more yeas than no's
Stayed down ten toes, ask God I was chosen
(I remember when I couldn't get a call) Ask God I was chosen
(I've been busy getting money I'm tryna get some more) Ask God I was chosen
I want it, I get it boy can see that
Speaking shit into existence I believe that
You cool with 50-50, we keep it 100 wherever we at
Relax, he back, took time off then he relapsed
Cuz I stayed dope, ain't broke, prayed for it, payed for it
Worked all night till it turned into day for it
But never will I ever be a slave for it
Nor will my soul be for sale for it
If it ain't about a dollar then I can't do it
If I gotta follow then I ain't moving
Learned how to grind not skateboard
In other words its all work, it ain't sport
Cuz I ain't got time to play
I got mouths to feed, I like the finer things
I got big BIG dreams so I gotta stay
Woke, I can't joke with this I'm not a Wayans
See if you ask Lamont, I was a laughing stock
And I ain't give a f*ck cuz I had the guap
Nice ass car when I back in spots, and online like lures when it's not in stock
I hit a reset button, they thought I stopped, and now I'm back, better than ever
I'm okay see, and on point with it, Chris Paul couldn't have done it better
This dog, it ain't nothing special, you can do it too with your best effort
I would say I'm rocking like Def Leppard
But you know the song and what I gotta tell em, I'm saying bitch I feel like Jerome
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Writer: Lamont Purnell
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