Lyrics:
to Mississippi
We was stacked 8 deep in a Packard limousine
And we met this promoter in the town of New Orleans
Now the man told daddy that he had what it took
down in London town (huh)
Bet they give me a pound (uh)
Tell 'em put the money in my hand right now (yes)
Tell the promoter we need more seats
We
an offer for a movie
Promoters closed another deal or two
Waylon got a call from his son Shooter and
He went home the minute he was through
I moved with
Yeah
All you self promoters are janky
We established like the Yankees
This whole fucking game thank us
We movin' militant but somehow you the one
down in London town (huh)
Bet they give me a pound (uh)
Tell 'em put the money in my hand right now (yes)
Tell the promoter we need more seats
We
need that first half 'fore I even 'pose to fly it
It ain't nothing worse than dealing with these fake promoters
All these super cops that's out here
please watch and tell me miss
3 before 12:11, 31 then go in
And they gon' get a table cause they flirt with the promoter
Vodka and soda, pineapple
We was stacked 8 deep in a Packard limousine
And we met this promoter in the town of New Orleans
Now the man told Daddy that he had what it took
Please please please please tell me that you find too
Now the promoter don't mind
And the union don't mind
If we take a little time
And we leave it all
for less, promoters pay us top dollar
Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp
me, then you made a mistake
Yo, yo, 'cause I came out, '09 when promoters brought Wayne out
Lewinsky, like I couldn't get the stain out
I been bad,
cities you seen it
With bitches thick as Serena, lickin'-
I see the line between 'em, man, they ain't actin' a genius
Fill up arenas, promoters, we take
came out to (check)
I tell promoters, "I don't talk about the money
You know who to hand the envelope to" (that's facts)
Big John got the cash and he
whipping and soda
Spending their life savings in front
Of a club promoter
Like they got it like that
Man that's a kid on that car
Acting like he bought it
promoter can
I philosophize with wise words from learned lessons
In my world mistakes turns to blessings
The hate turned to destiny
I'm saying Lord Jesus
only for more sales
We used to catch those on the block with crills
Now it's paid shows, promoters post up bills
Sign dems only if the math is real
If
motor
They're wondering how I get these mills and still live like a stoner
No other way, I get a 100k from each promoter
Or more than that, hold up
to NC
From Cali to DC
Love it when the pressure falls right on me
Love it when God keeps on overlookin'
Do a tight show so promoters keep bookin'
want
The more they get, the more they need
And every time they get harder and harder to please
The Roman promoters really did things right.
tryin' to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly
Fell off the floor he said
"I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes I think
worth a quarter (skrrt)
I reach for promoters, I fuck up the streets
Comin' in late, I been hustlin' all day
She gon' run me a shower, then suck me
Better ask the promoter
(The fuck is you thinking?)
Bitch, I'm from the hood
Niggas snatch out your motor
(Niggas snatch out your)
Lil' nigga ridin' with
nothing with no paper
Now promoters see my line and
They won't hang up
Wonder what y'all goin' do if I go bankrupt
And the whole time
Niggas saying don't
ya main
I am the promoter
Your body is in chains fuck ya brain fuck ya main
I am the promoter
Throw some sub in that bitch
Throw some sub in
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