Every Cent Matters (feat. GloFromIllinois & RPD Meech)

Man, Paolo killed this shit Por que ya no me quieres I ain't playing games, pussy we ain't watching saw Feeling Hollywood shades on I won't talk to y'all, Sippin wockiana you can tell just by how I walk Never strap up, just be in that bitch going raw Asking if I'm up, that's like asking if the winter cold Unky in the kitchen like December, how he whippin snow I don't hoop, but you'll see me with the give and go John Stockton to Malone, how we hit the pick and roll Ah, damn, yeah that's an assist I was young as hell, tell the niggas I make money flip I just blocked your number when you sent it, well ain't that a bitch She said that she want me, man that's really tough Once its in the air , yeah it's there bitches up and stuck You said that you down, man that's rough get some better luck 2-2-3, knocking on your door, bitch you better duck Bitch steady crying on my phone, I don't give a fuck Ah, damn, bitch stay crying Niggas from the other side, I don't know why they dying Niggas never getting down, knowing bullets stay flying And if you try to knuckle up, know these bullets ain't hiding Once I get your granny, SSN , yeah I'm getting rich Yo ass popped as hell off them 30's, they give you a itch Different things about me and you one I'm not a bitch Me and twin always together, like Lilo and stitch Know I got a Glocky in my pocket and it got a switch Steady throwing dimes to the opps like I'm Money Mitch Ain't talking bout nobody, except Trubisky Shorty said he calling on my phone saying she miss me She suck it and leave my shit a mess She a messy eater Pay me for the scam Bible, nigga I am not a teacher I am not well versed, nigga I am not a preacher You ugly as hell, my lil cousin called your ass a creature No I'm not a rapper, you gon' pay me for this fucking feature You'll get that lil shot swatted right up in the bleachers One lil move, you get popped, hope he not a reacher I'll fight a granny for a penny, every cent matter Been up chasing chicken, you can tell my pockets getting fatter If a nigga try me, I'ma up and shoot him in the bladder My bitch super bad and she tall, climb her like a ladder I been going up, hating niggas only getting sadder Break the brick like five ways, trapping out like five days I was trying everything cause all I know is crime pays Made it out the broke phase cause I made some big plays And you wasn't solid so you never seen em' rich days Feel like Doofenshmirtz cause I always got a master plan No they can't compete, ain't nobody that is greater than Ain't never heard of fear, cause I ain't scared of no man And if he owe me money then we snatch his mama in the van It's a cold world nigga, better turn that heater on She a nice girl but when I'm there she turn the eater on Balling too hard, niggas had to put the beaters on Pockets look too fat, guess they got they peter on Feeling like I'm Ric Flair, styling when I swerve the coupe Hit him with that 4-5, then I watch his body droop He thought he could rob me, man that nigga must be off the gloop Niggas steady talking shit, but his auntie smell like poop Come and get your bitch, she trying to blow me like some hot soup Brodie tripping like banana peels inside the cartoons Running out of bullets so we hit him with the harpoon Guiding traffic when I'm on the court, I be crossing guards Hit him in the head, JFK, you know he's shooting far Solar system around my neck, you know the pendant like a star Four cars deep in Vegas, how I feel like Derek Carr Cuddy beefing with the pigs, like an angry bird Me and Piero are up at the top, we are not in third How the fuck you listen to my music and ain't learn the word Prime hasn't even started yet and I'm already first Pull up to his crib and we blew with some TNT She was talking shit till we pulled up with the GLE Bitch was putting plastic in her body like a DLC Cuddy pulling up like Fortnite in that ATV