Lyrics:
When you're on the floor
Giving him some more
I want you to give me credit
Got a perfect score
Don't forget before
I want you to give me credit
stank on me
Fuck a credit card gotta bank on me
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Live by the G code
On another level get a cheat code
Keep it 100, C note
Party
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
you have me
If I let you use my credit card
Fraudulent caller are you happy
If you have trouble sleeping I'll be by your side
Fraudulent caller would
free in this world
Thought you knew by now
Trying get a fucking hand out
Like who is this clown
You trying to get this o on credit
I can not allow
I had
Everyone vaguely knows
That they want to be wealthy
But they don’t have a good set of principles
To do it by
Wealth is then thing that you really
to lend a hand and give you some good advice
She's the backbone of the family, give credit where it's due
Don't you cry over days gone by, Mama we love you
Merecedes wrecked, in the Mobil
That's on the real deal, your credit's off, how you feel?
Give me my meat back, now think back, you sing on four-track
I want everything, working hard just to get it though
The boy been on his shit, yeah you got to give him credit though
Let it go, let it go, it's
We straight now no arrests we In the air now
Credit card buss The checks now Partyin' all night To daylight
I see the sunrise
We Straight now no more
Ok Ok
Ok Ok
Hov said stop taking advances
We need to be out here taking chances
Second glances
At finances
Ima start my own bank
Giving out credit
Let it take over
Make me a character
Let me be bolder
I live in the words
Without any edits
And will not give up
Even as credits
Roll
Even as credits
Ok Ok
Ok Ok
Hov said stop taking advances
We need to be out here taking chances
Second glances
At finances
Ima start my own bank
Giving out credit
no special
I got that drip on my shirt it be heavy woah, shawty get wet when I text her
Extra credit when you pick up this work, N*gga I’m not
I'm looking through the ads and it's lookin real bad
I guess I better call my dad
Because the real estate has yet to debate
What happens to my credit
Ayy! It’s K-Luxuriant
It’s lit!
Man I like this lifestyle, I’m living lavish
There’s nothing for you in this credit
I’m too mean & maybe
They’re
Right where we are
Hold on this moments is ours
This is more than just chance
It’s a greater plan
I give credit to a higher power
With the gaze
(CHORUS)
123456 bank accounts
789 10 niggas with they bangers out
Suit and tie businessman
Don't gotta twist my fangaz now
Family good
Credit
money using stolen credit card information.
Gather information and PIN numbers and make duplicate
cards. A skimmer works by recording the digital
shit
BigBouyy kulture all my side hoes thick
Don't tell me bout the past fuck retro shit
I really got the credit OGs call me G
Am two steps ahead make
United my people we live by the sword we move to the the beat here inside
Coming together a flow like no other a movement together we ride
No regrets
Goodbye JR
Thanks for all your good
Though you'll never get the credit
That you probably should
Goodbye JR
The music lives on
The dawn is now more
a long time
Guy cross the line trust me boy it's the wrong time
Fuck no you can't get no credit
Cause if I have to come and get it
I'm pushing shelves up
soul
I want em there as my friend
I Wanna' Sit and Watch the Credits Roll
Written by Bill Lloyd (BMI) Five
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