Lyrics

(Yeah) (Yeah) (Make the meter go off) 7 chain make the meter go off Interstate hit it I'm dodging the cops He took a upper but he got the drop What do you need got a scale in my sock Exotic jacket the fur of a fox Watch how you move can't be moving to hot And it's too many faking yeah they tryna plot Moved up the street and then re opened shop She like to multitask she drop em off Then she come back and she bring me that box I can't say I love her I tell her get lost I can't trust a bitch yeah that's how you get offed And it couldn't be me my heart steel like a robot I had to take a new route they had roadblocks Under pressure composure I'm feelin' like Mozart My Patna chop cars like he working at co-part And I'm tryna see what type head that ya hoe got You book us for the show then you know we gone show out Wanna know what I'm smoking the shit that you don't got And I'm in the lexus I pull out do donuts Plain Jane watch, that shit just ain't me Police found scales in the kitchen they blamed me 5.0 in the chase v8 motor had saved me And my chain is biting I think it got rabies I know I'm the one what you saying can't phase me I get half of my streams from my opp's old lady Key player in any place I feel I'm Brady Dead end road make you do a 180 Maintenance gone warn us when shit looking shady He got tagged like a franchise he thought about trading I got momentum ain't got time for waiting Triple 777 hit jackpots and then we skating Jump out the window we came from the basement No bank for my money but Im still gonna chase it Check my feet these raf simons not ASICS You can't see through these shades like the matrix (Matrix)
Writer(s): Alexander Coffey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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