Lyrics

M-M-M-Murda Outta work, outta line Outta money, outta time Give a fuck, nigga, Imma get mine Straight up out the gutter with the cake cutter in the 'fro And my nigga sellin' dope up out the liquor store Outta work, outta line Outta money, outta time Give a fuck, nigga, Imma get mine Anything goes in the jungle, dog (Anything goes) See, we can rumble, I might stumble but I refuse to fall Outta work, outta time, look I'm out of it all My bros got my back, won't allow me to fall My banker is tellin' me he's proud of us all You rappers are broke, what's the problem with y'all? You're not original, there's a thousand of y'all I heard your concerts are not crowded at all I'm lit in the club, took her down in the stall I been a real one, look, I walk 'fore I crawl I'm straight to the point, Gerald's back in his bag Brain in the whip, seat back in the Jag Fuckin' up a check, see the price on the tag Vacation in Kauai, man, life is a drag Anything goes, that's life in the jungle Leave her around me, you might be in trouble I've seen what you make, I get it double Turn into an asshole, fuck bein' humble Outta work, outta line Outta money, outta time Give a fuck, nigga I'ma get mine (ha ha ha, fuck bein' humble) Straight up out the gutter with the cake cutter in the 'fro And my nigga sellin' dope up out the liquor store Outta work, outta line Outta money, outta time Give a fuck, nigga I'ma get mine Anything goes in the jungle, dog See we can rumble, I might stumble but I refuse to fall (Yeah, uh) Oyster perpetual, my time is expensive Cars on cars, coppin', I been excessive Proof that the power of the mind is impressive Conversations profit, I'm interested Bitch so bad, big ass, big breasted Guess who fucked, you got it, you guessed it Murda Beatz blappin', Uncle Snoop blessed it 2017, really 'bout to start flexin' I'm sorry if I shit on you, it's not my intention Talk about Ms, K, you got my attention Steinbrenner money, just signed an extension Deal's life-changing, that's divine intervention I look in the mirror and say "Bro, you the best out" "You're a cold ass cat, go and poke your chest out" "Really got it made, you don't have to stress out" She wants me to give a fuck, sorry, bae, I'm fresh out Outta work, outta line, outta money, outta time (what if I could?) Give a fuck, nigga I'ma get mine (sorry) Straight up out the gutter with the cake cutter in the 'fro And my nigga sellin' dope up out the liquor store Outta work, outta line, outta money, outta time Give a fuck, nigga I'ma get mine Anything goes in the jungle, dog See we can rumble, I might stumble, but I refuse to fall
Writer(s): Gerald Gillum, Shane Lindstrom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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