Verse 1 Two-four-seven, there’s another nigga hatin’, it ain’t no debatin’ My vision get clearer, these niggas keep fadin’, hol’ up Show you how we finna play it I get me a bag, hit a foreign location Where he at? Prolly bein’ complacent Where I’m at? Countin’ up in the basement Ten bands, twenty bands, thirty bands Hunnid bands every other occasion, uh My bitch need no beverage, uh My dick got [?], uh Come over, give you a lesson Corrupt for class presi’ ’cause I’m always present I-I do what I preach, I’m a certified reverend They dance in they seats when they notice my presence The real MVP was a lill’ adolescent, got rich, and now
Verse 2 And they heard Mike known to get bodies at the door For sure, I don’t think a nigga ever could go broke Uh-oh, put some uh-uh in my cup and watch a nigga get throat Pay the price, get no advice from any nigga, I’m grown Swipe the Visa, I won’t trip about shit, I’ma leave ya Tell me secrets, shawty a demon She tryna get her some kids from my semen I just went crazy, life did a 180 From the shade, now everybody move shady Lifestyle turned “Fuck you, pay me” Wipe me down, lil’ bitch, I’m lazy, sorry, lady I’m focused, need promotion, she [?] gave me the token She strokin’ on my uh-uh, won’t kiss and tell on some hoe shit The industry my bitch and they make me feel so important They know I get shit lit, they on my phone, I have to tell ’em
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