Get tf up out my face
You can't sign me
I just want the money
Them hundreds of 1000's
I just need that jewelry on my neck
Be them diamonds they shining
In the light
In the dark
My shit be dancen
I pulled out the roll
And theses bitchs start dancen
Stay wit the tool
They thinking I'm Mandy
Cause I can get handy
Turn you to randy moss
She give me top
Then I'm leaving
I'm gone
She's texting she's callin
Bitch leave me alone
I hop up in that foreign
Smoken strong yea I'm gone
Nigga do yo self a favor
Get yo bag up
Yo block can't take
Theses shells
Tellem get they mags up
Yea them foreigns
Super charge
So the Jakes can't catch us
And yo trap moving slow
I think you need to catch up
Bullets hit his chest
Leave it red like some ketchup
Come and pick this mess
Yo bitch gettin wetter when
She see me dress up
Kick ha out
Give ha ass the foot
Put ha on the metra
If you scared go to church
And meet a pastor
Went from plates
To the platers
It didn't really matter
Cause I prayed for
Better days and the shit
Was getting better
Why my pockets gaining weight
You niggas pockets gettin flatter
Beat the work up like a batter
Then whip the work
Up like some bater
In that foreign
Get the caption
I'm the driver you a passenger
Put that blade on that choppa
Finna go up on a massacre
2 Poles up on me
You can say I'm double breasted
Got this money stacked to
The ceiling you a think
I'm playin textris
I'm gone keep playin chess
Why you continue playing checkers
Stunnaman4 - Can't Sign Me Lyrics
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Get tf up out my face
You can't sign me
I just want the money
Them hundreds of 1000's
I just need that jewelry on my neck
Be them diamonds they shining
In the light
In the dark
My shit be dancen
I pulled out the roll
And theses bitchs start dancen
Stay wit the tool
They thinking I'm Mandy
Cause I can get handy
Turn you to randy moss
She give me top
Then I'm leaving
I'm gone
She's texting she's callin
Bitch leave me alone
I hop up in that foreign
Smoken strong yea I'm gone
Nigga do yo self a favor
Get yo bag up
Yo block can't take
Theses shells
Tellem get they mags up
Yea them foreigns
Super charge
So the Jakes can't catch us
And yo trap moving slow
I think you need to catch up
Bullets hit his chest
Leave it red like some ketchup
Come and pick this mess
Yo bitch gettin wetter when
She see me dress up
Kick ha out
Give ha ass the foot
Put ha on the metra
If you scared go to church
And meet a pastor
Went from plates
To the platers
It didn't really matter
Cause I prayed for
Better days and the shit
Was getting better
Why my pockets gaining weight
You niggas pockets gettin flatter
Beat the work up like a batter
Then whip the work
Up like some bater
In that foreign
Get the caption
I'm the driver you a passenger
Put that blade on that choppa
Finna go up on a massacre
2 Poles up on me
You can say I'm double breasted
Got this money stacked to
The ceiling you a think
I'm playin textris
I'm gone keep playin chess
Why you continue playing checkers
You can't sign me
I just want the money
Them hundreds of 1000's
I just need that jewelry on my neck
Be them diamonds they shining
In the light
In the dark
My shit be dancen
I pulled out the roll
And theses bitchs start dancen
Stay wit the tool
They thinking I'm Mandy
Cause I can get handy
Turn you to randy moss
She give me top
Then I'm leaving
I'm gone
She's texting she's callin
Bitch leave me alone
I hop up in that foreign
Smoken strong yea I'm gone
Nigga do yo self a favor
Get yo bag up
Yo block can't take
Theses shells
Tellem get they mags up
Yea them foreigns
Super charge
So the Jakes can't catch us
And yo trap moving slow
I think you need to catch up
Bullets hit his chest
Leave it red like some ketchup
Come and pick this mess
Yo bitch gettin wetter when
She see me dress up
Kick ha out
Give ha ass the foot
Put ha on the metra
If you scared go to church
And meet a pastor
Went from plates
To the platers
It didn't really matter
Cause I prayed for
Better days and the shit
Was getting better
Why my pockets gaining weight
You niggas pockets gettin flatter
Beat the work up like a batter
Then whip the work
Up like some bater
In that foreign
Get the caption
I'm the driver you a passenger
Put that blade on that choppa
Finna go up on a massacre
2 Poles up on me
You can say I'm double breasted
Got this money stacked to
The ceiling you a think
I'm playin textris
I'm gone keep playin chess
Why you continue playing checkers
Writer: semaje Smith
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