Midget (feat. Freck)
MellowMills
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I got no time ain't none in a minute Been cooking shit up like some eggs on a skillet We running a race tryna get to the digits I can't conversate till you jacking you with it His money is short so his pockets on midget I ball up the court without moving my pivot You hitting her jack but she give you the cricket She screaming my name when I slide in her business His pockets on midget, his pockets on midget My money is taller I stack it and flip it And I like to travel like I'm off of my pivot I link up a foreign it might get explicit His pockets on midget his money so short I got it, I trapped off the front of my porch I'm thankful, I'm blessed and I'm praising the lord Everyday been a fight so my life is a war Heard that he wanted the smoke Showed him the fire he started to choke I keep a Kevin Durant in my bro's He shoot with a 30 to up on the score Switch up the coast but the dope never change Keeping that Cali connect in my range Roll up the woods when I'm feeling insane Cause thoughts in my head steady bussin' my brain I been through a lot of shit Told my momma it's our time to get rich On my momma I been at it since 6 From the bottom I got dirt on my kicks Niggas hating nothing but stones and the sticks Pillow talking boy you act like a bitch I got youngings who gone shoot of the rip Drop the top so they could air out your whip All this money Imma get on my own Counting hundreds till a nigga get gone Shawty fronted now she singing the song Paul Bunyan how she chop on the dome What you need, what you want, Imma get Real niggas do real nigga shit Hold it down till a nigga get rich You'll be around when a nigga get lit Chasing cash, I been chasing cash Ain't no slowing up, give a f*ck if these niggas mad I've been on the grind, ain't no time for no chitter chat Don't you hit my line, I'll decline if it ain't the cash So run it Run it up, give a f*ck, pull the Benz up to the front We been flexing just for fun Shawty this ain't what you want Run it up, run it up Let these niggas know wassup We ain't stressing bout no thug Keep protection in the glove I got no time ain't none in a minute Been cooking shit up like some eggs on a skillet We running a race tryna get to the digits I can't conversate till you jacking you with it His money is short so his pockets on midget I ball up the court without moving my pivot You hitting her jack but she give you the cricket She screaming my name when I slide in her business His pockets on midget, his pockets on midget My money is taller I stack it and flip it And I like to travel like I'm off of my pivot I link up a foreign it might get explicit His pockets on midget his money so short I got it, I trapped off the front of my porch I'm thankful, I'm blessed and I'm praising the lord Everyday been a fight so my life is a war I'm rocking the louie I used to have rags I start to think on the life that I had I got the bag and I ain't looking back From running on beats like a nigga do track Now Imma boss and I talk and you listen And I need the work and my niggas gone kick em And I got the rock and I ball like the pistons I scooped your bitch get the board like you Tristan Can't tuck my chain when I walk it just glisten You try me your momma gone miss ya I know a crip he be shooting no misses Lil' boy you better listen I'm rocking the Gucci, I'm rocking the Prada If you need the rock or the white know I got it I started slanging them O's for a profit The money got long it can't fit in my pocket Can't go out sad so I'm keeping a chopper I'm on the belt and I cut like a barber She call me daddy and I ain't her father You say that's your bitch I'm like why do you bother And please do not watch me I can't leave no witness, yea I'm getting my money you minding my business, uh I got no time ain't none in a minute Been cooking shit up like some eggs on a skillet We running a race tryna get to the digits I can't conversate till you jacking you with it His money is short so his pockets on midget I ball up the court without moving my pivot You hitting her jack but she give you the cricket She screaming my name when I slide in her business His pockets on midget, his pockets on midget My money is taller I stack it and flip it And I like to travel like I'm off of my pivot I link up a foreign it might get explicit His pockets on midget his money so short I got it, I trapped off the front of my porch I'm thankful, I'm blessed and I'm praising the lord Everyday been a fight so my life is a war
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Written by: Milton Forson, Sheldon Barrow
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