[ Featuring Jahvon Bromfield ]
My Ways - Stacks Sinatra
Written by: Jahvon Bromfield
(Hook)
Gettin this change, stuck in my ways
Sexy lil thang, loving my taste
Don't know her name, remember the face
We not the same, more ties than lace
Smoking exotic, on beach sands that's tropic
Money the topic, she ride like a jockey
I set the trend, designer her body
Won't fold or bend, fall off not an option
(Verse 1)
I need a billi, like Diddy
First day out, hit dance like Shiggy
Want straight mouth, go numb no feeling
Paid Cash Money, coupe on Wayne no ceiling
Ice cold chillin', FN drillin'
Couldn't pay the rent, now I prolly on the building
Time that I spent, couldn't run on sentence
Now it's, commas on commas on commas
Get it?
Fly, Zara high, Wrist water, yours dry
Get rich or die, straight outta Southside
Put the wings on the ride, money talk no lie
Open wide, she gone try, swallow more than her pride
Wildin' out, Conceited
Give me brain give me genius
Hit the pipe now she feenin'
Posted wit demons, treeshes n heathens
Boss Montana Six God on that
(Hook)
Gettin this change, stuck in my ways
Sexy lil thang, loving my taste
Don't know her name, remember the face
We not the same, more ties than lace
Smoking exotic, on beach sands that's tropic
If money the topic, she ride like a jockey
I set the trend, designer her body
Won't fold or bend, fall off not an option
(Verse 2)
Wash dirty money, no soap (Well)
Fall like domino, know we play cutthroat
Hater kill yourself, here's rope (Well)
Funny, funny money no joke
I know some shottas
That keep em some knockas
Killas no Konshens, hit you front yo mama
Scope on binoculars, could B.I.G Poppa
No victim no case, (Well)
Who shot ya?
I know you really don't love me (Right)
Times I was hungry, dusty and bummy (Well)
B*tch eat it up say yummy (Ho)
All in her tummy,
Know she leaving when I'm coming
She don't like it when I kick it and spin off Jumpman
Got Six rings b*tch I feel like Jumpman
Burnt every bridge, next is London
Yup Imma need me a plane or boat then
(Hook)
Gettin this change, stuck in my ways
Sexy lil thang, loving my taste
Don't know her name, remember the face
We not the same, more ties than lace
Smoking exotic, on beach sands that's tropic
Money the topic, she ride like a jockey
I set the trend, designer her body
Won't fold or bend, fall off not an option