Lyrics

Im really versatile as hell Aye we running shit like execs Naw we don't not want no more stress Im pushing a button but they never know which one Ima press We don't Khaled to tell us we already know we the best for real I send em' a message receipt Tryna come back to my life but they shoulda kept the receipt I'm gettin paper now all of these folks tryna check up on me And a leg press is the only way to keep a leg up on me Yeah these niggas know that Im him Im winning Im spending this bread how my rims be spinning The love that I show for my kin is different No family guy I ain't no peter griffin Take over the game like I'm Kobe with it They don't see the work but they know we did it I focus on me cuz these hoes be trippin They know that Im sick like my nose be dripping for real My team is loaded I feel like Im Stark She pitching a fit it get hit out the park I turn that boy to a old school Cav If he tryna start You know that means he paying that price I ain't talking bout Mark for real We making cash today Chasing a bag today make a drop then we put all the cash away I leveled up but these niggas still trash like throwing a bag away We gone pick up bag today Yeah we chasing a bag today Like Im Tyreke Hill Chasing my dreams I feel like Meek Mill This ain't a scheme not chasing a thrill Scope with a beam naw this ain't a drill Im make em' quit it's really skill All on my phone I tell em to wait Don't hit up my phone if you minimum wage I send em' the order to see if he take Then rtb put em right back on base No wild and out cuz we wilding for real I told them boys that we keeping it chill But they tryna sit on the top of the hill But these niggas know Im the king of the court Im steady trapping it feel like a sport She told me to get her some Christian Dior She giving me top in the back of the store Yeah these niggas know that Im him Im winning Im spending this bread how my rims be spinning The love that I show for my kin is different No family guy I ain't no peter griffin Take over the game like I'm Kobe with it They don't see the work but they know we did it I focus on me cuz these hoes be trippin They know that Im sick like my nose be dripping for real My team is loaded I feel like Im Stark She pitching a fit it get hit out the park I turn that boy to a old school Cav If he tryna start You know that means he paying that price I ain't talking bout Mark for real We making cash today Chasing a bag today make a drop then we put all the cash away I leveled up but these niggas still trash like throwing a bag away We gone pick up bag today Yeah we chasing a bag today Saint Straight up
Writer(s): Joshua Saintus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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