Lyrics

Levels Straight to it It's Black Gon' hit your two-step to this one, nigga I'm gon' make you do what it do, Super Cru I'm enterprising My stocks is rising It's cut the check, nigga Or give me the cash You cappin' and lyin And my niggas ridin It's C.O.D., nigga Just give us the bag I'm enterprising I'm enterprising I'm enterprising We enterprising, homeboy It's C.O.D., nigga Just give me the bag Hell nah we ain't the same I'm Big Daddy without the Kane Jay-Z without Dame Fuck you, Pay me, that's my saying Two-steppin' on you hoe niggas I'm the lender, you owe niggas You rockin' designer, nigga Your credit scores in the fours, nigga I'mma silence all you lambs Nigga, that, that for sure Name Franklin Noir, nigga Built mine on my own How many St. Louis artists, nigga, that I let in my home Like y'all don't know my name Like you don't know Bang Bang You gon' figure it out Axiom Music here Nigga, I'm the cornerstone This is music here I ain't reachin', I'm teachin I ain't rappin', I'm preachin Sick of all you leeches You can sleep with the fishes I'mma show you what a beast is Heavy starch with the creases St. Louis to the core, nigga Barnes Hospital, breached them Mama had a C-section To the world, they unleashed him Born three months premature But I grew up to be a king I'm enterprising My stocks is rising It's cut the check, nigga Or give me the cash You cappin' and lyin And my niggas ridin It's C.O.D., nigga Just give us the bag I'm enterprising I'm enterprising I'm enterprising Just give me the bag Give me my credit, bitch, pay me in cash Said I'm the king and niggas got mad You on your feelings while I'm in my bag I get it poppin', I'm poppin' them tags I pay the label, then I take my half I run the company, you do the math Might put you on, make you part of my staff This ain't a hobby, I master the craft Me and my gang pull up in a Sprinter Pull up a chair, have a seat with the winner I make a play while I'm eatin' my dinner I make a move, my prices just went up Gotta go hard, can't never be gentle Wanna do business, but too sentimental I get a cut if I bring the utensils We enterprising, but this ain't a rental Hate on yourself when you hate on a brother I showed him love and he talkin' bout a cover Didn't even listen, that's what I discovered Thought we was out here supportin' each other It is what it is, fuck that shit with the rubber Look how I managed to come out the rubber Pretty-ass rapper that came from the gutter Hide all your bitches, man, niggas in trouble Step in the room, I see all the stares Say she wanna climb a nigga like stairs Greatness oozin' off me up in the air So well-rounded, you're not in my square Don't get it twisted like knots in my hair Come to your hood, I'm popular there You know I'm the master, look at the glare They see I'm sunny, so they want some shares I'm enterprising, my stocks is risin It's cut the check, nigga, or give me the cash You cappin' and lyin', and my niggas ridin It's COD, nigga, just give us a bag I'm enterprising, I'm enterprising I'm enterprising, just give me the bag
Writer(s): Martellas Penny Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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