Top Songs By Stov Da CEO
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JAMAL STOVALL
Songwriter
Lyrics
Show respect to my bitch, before you come and step to me
Got my name from the stove, watch me cook the recipe
Played ball, fuck the streets, but I still know sesame
Bitch I'm all about a check, but it ain't no checkin' me
Ten toes when we roll, I'm on point like a guard
Bitch I been CEO, hit my line for a job
Getting money really easy, broke niggas make it hard
Tuck yo chain I'm with gang, don't get swiped like a card
Rolls Royce when I'm on, but for now I'm in Mazi
Watch me do my Johnson dance, OG just like I'm Bobby
Gotta couple white boys, down to ride call 'em Tommy
Better leave them yerks alone, got 'em walkin' like a zombie
Stay smart wit yo funds, don't let 'em put you out yo zone
Better slow down on designer, they gone put you out that home
He just said his pockets hurt, he went broke like a bone
Know you gotta talk yo shit, but with me watch yo tone
Pickin up the pace, I'm on the way but I'm just getting ready
From the bubble, put it the box, feel like I'm switching chevys
Stuff it in the bag, I almost crashed, this shit been getting heavy
Suckin on me dick, she like to spit, feelin' like Andretti
Said she wanna fuck, when I was down and no she never let me
Give a fuck about that WAP, I'm out the way cause I just need that fetti
Call me Mr. Go, when I'm on road they just gone have to catch me
Now I'm in da club, we upped a dub, she said i'm actin' petty
Pick that money up, pick that money up
Pick that money up, pick that money up
VIP wit gang we got 100 plus
Told her friends to slide we got another truck
Pick that money up, pick that money up
Pick that money up, pick that money up
VIP wit gang we got hundred plus
Told her friends to slide we got another truck
She my only fan, the way she ridin' dick
Know we bout them bands, and we be sliding quick
She love me like a plumber, I be piping shit
Which one would you pick, I got all type of shit
Big body the truck, it's time to buss a move
Got her friend, she brought her friend, we need a double room
She play my shit again, but this ain't nothin new
Bussin like you bout it, know my niggas tryna buss too
Took ya bitch out the states, cause she said she never been
Know I had to wait my turn, now they screamin let 'em in
Had that nigga lookin sick, tried to give 'em medicine
Tried to slide in my DMs, she done had bout seven kids
Make a nigga get low
Pop 'em like it's Crisco
Roley on 'em buss down, leave a nigga wrist froze
Casa got 'em wavy, now he dancin' like a disco
Fuck two bitches at the same time, now them bitches tryna switch roles
I been in my zone, I cracked his ass for like the 10th role
Say you got that shit but what the fuck them bitches hit for
Tried to stick in the bitch a freak, she asked me which hole
Now I'm out the door, can't fuck no more, I gotta get gone
Pick that money up, pick that money up
Pick that money up, pick that money up
VIP wit gang we got hundred plus
Told her friends to slide we got another truck
Pick that money up, pick that money up
Pick that money up, pick that money up
VIP wit gang we got hundred plus
Told her friends to slide we got another truck
Writer(s): Jamal Stovall
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