Lyrics:
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
(Not at all)
You be fakin' with it
I let my nuts hang
The alpha flow
Plus a Nitty beat
Equals mo' money baby
And mo' freaks to freak
They cut
AKA JK
AKA take it from me, Mr. Bake That Cake
Mr. Take No Break
Mr. Raise The Stakes
If she gaze my way
I'ma make her day great
Phase 1: Set a goal
a trip, Cabo
Up in the womb, but you can feel it when I kick it, I know
And you too must be rockin' with Lil Dicky, Bono
It's like I hit the lotto
I had
'cept get catched by dis' lil' stinker over heahhh!
'membuh, we's on broadway! muthafucker be buyin' dem tickets wants a lil' heart, a lil' soul...'n
Mr.International
Havin Cash
NewWe$t
MoneyBags
Haters hate you mad
Baby I'm a businessman all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man yeah
Baby
and hatin
I'ma blast if you run up on me
I'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch
This matter coulda been resolved
if you woulda
on life support
I'm the executioner, it's time to cut it short
Lil Tristy and Mr. Silly, it's a wrap
Your rhymes are so garbage, no need for a recap
I
proud of my lil' bitches
Boy, money talks
I know that shit by his voice
Ooh, you must got that work
Ooh, you must got them birds
Ooh, we might got
tailored suits, made for the over weight lover
Undercover, over cover
You know my MO, I do damn well on the stage show
I'm gettin' paid by the pound
(Grade A, Grade A, Grade A)
Take a bitch shoulder
Finna introduce y'all to Lil Reuben
AKA Mr g6, G Swig, me swig talk to ’em bro
Nigga, I'm clean
no fakin'
I feel pressure so it got me a little shaky
Smokin' weed by the pound got the green on my mind
I been working so hard just to see my homies
Come down Tate, nigga, do what you said (do what you said)
No rap, no fakin', lil' cuh real scared (cap-ass nigga)
Back-to-back spinnin', got bread
Told the judge that I was always fakin'
But I know what's in my heart and I feel it beggin'
Told then let go of my boys, that would be amazin'
Try
ain't no stoppin us
Get Bucked' in yo' city i'm poppin up
(Buck) e Way, slidin' i'm headed out west
(out west)
Just me Fefe, Lil Zay, and a tec (Lil Zay)
I'm gettin' paid by the pound and I got mad flow
Flip flop who's the bigger one, quick to figure one
two, three two one, ah!
Keep a pen and a pad
me like her teddy call me roosevelt
Ay
I been on my worst behav-ur
Word to Drake
I'm murder-ang
The birds I slang
The verses sang
Regurgitated
By
shit
Yeah, I like my money real neat
Just like I like all my freaks
You said you're fuckin' with me, I'ma just sip my lil' tea
She let me fuck her
Didn't need her when I beat life twice, who did that body?
Walked the main line, niggas was scared to pass by me
I'm a millionaire, niggas expecting me
motherfuckin' block
Try to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man
The mail I got stashed away, people will never know
Mr. Flamboyant
I came in here
Just dropped a album but I still ain't got no time for sleepin'
I might wake up, drop a mixtape for no reason
Influence you lil' niggas, happy that you
'll wet ya down
When I creep the last thing you remember is my frown
Suckas fakin' it 'cause a nigga from the you be makin' it
You can call me the 9-6
Angelo did this one, dawg
Yeah, he shout out Lil' P.K
Nigga, I'm back
Fresh out the pen and I'm feelin' hella fidgety
Big chop in my lap fuck a glizzy
My
droppa
I'ma baby gangsta, not no P-poppa
This is dedicated to niggas that be fakin'
Tried to rock the crowd for the
Turf but couldn't make it
It was
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