POPPA P3RK - Sport Lyrics

Aye two plus two that equals four
I'm riding around and I put it in sport
They say I am broke but the same people poor
I'm making it rain you can tell by the score
Count up the racks, count up the stacks
I have been down but f*ck I am back
I got the map, where are you at?
Give me a beat, I'm gon spit on the track
I got the money and then come the woman
My lyrics cut deep you can feel the incision
Stop playing dumb and just make a decision
And don't bring up the past bitch stop reminiscing
Or you gon regret
I'll dip so fast you'll think I'm a jet
Zoom, zoom, zoom come the checks
And they keep on coming, so don't say I'm broke when your checks arent nothing
Damn, I need to calm down
They all go crazy when I come around
They know I am hard they can tell by the sound
F*cking a bitch she can feel when I pound
I feel so high like I'm in the clouds
My ancestors yeah they gon be proud
Your money soft, like less than a ounce
My money heavy it's weighing me down
My flow you can't match
I ain't the fastest but I can assure that I skirt like a scat
Pack f*cking his bitch in the back
I know he mad but he know I'm his dad-dy
F*ck then I leave
I pop a pill now I feel like a leaf
I be so high like a bird in a tree
Or a bird in the sky
They all want my downfall like bitch I'm still high
They want me to die
But bitch I'm still here
And go talk that shit cuz you think I can't hear
You think your so special like you went on a trip and came back with a souvenir
Am I making it clear?
You a f*ck boy or maybe a queer
I'm not making wishes but If I'm being honest I just want your ass to disappear you hear