Hot like skillet Y’all niggas midgets I gotta deliver Connected like fences Nah, I ain’t no chemist But my bitches be mixing And I wanna go get it For me and my niggas Yeah, niggas tried to play me Like I’m old or aging Shit be amazing Now gone and pay me If you had a baby It’d be bad and crazy Because your influence make niggas lazy If I wanna scene, put on a show Green screen will make the money grow How it feel to be down below And then you look up and all your struggle gone Huh Momma told me that we gotta make it So you, so you know we gotta do it for our baby That’s right, we see a chance, we gotta take it Because my momma told me we gotta get our weight up, way up Momma told me that we gotta make it So you, so you know we gotta do it for our baby That’s right, we see a chance, we gotta take it Because my momma told me we gotta get our weight up, way up Some nights I didn’t feel like rapping Unexpected, anything could happen I’m wondering should I keep it real Because all these rappers coming up from capping You on the scene in my video Acting out cause them cameras on Never thought that you’d be a hoe Talk is short because my money long Money stop, I think it’s time to go Niggas ain’t fresh like me Look at my time, it’s peace Niggas don’t know where I be Shit hit like Laila Ali These niggas think that they up to something Say what you got and it compares to nothing All these fakers up in my face Turn my back because these niggas fronting Speedy Gonzales to the money Kill your ass, try to take it from me All these posers, I’m the one and only Shoutout to Speaker, I be by my lonely Like damn, I don’t need no ordeal F*ck you, that’s just how we feel Salute to moms, taught me the drill Gotta advance the stash like we got the deal Running out of cash, let me get the mill’ Now I think I’m bragging Nah, I’m just bout that action Really gotta get this cash in Man that would be smashing Damn, swagging with this fashion Got these bitches paying for my door dashing Damn, and I did it all for a caption (That’s it) Pass me the Remy Better yet the Henny I like Gucci and Fendi Hi, my nickname Timmy (Hi!) Do you got your stimmy Gas tank on premmy Money I got plenty Your bitch can’t do shit with me And you know it nigga Get the f*ck out my way before I lose it Bitch, don’t you ever confuse it My .40 stay moving and grooving To the music, it go stupid It’s best to get up out my way Before it be a sadder day I did not come to laugh or play Welcome to my city where the players They come out and play Got to keep the chopper on me, shit For a haters sake 2-2-3’s hit your body, have you scream amazing grace
Written by: Donnevan Tolbert
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