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Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Knew I would always ball, I had my money stackin tall
With Brooklyn on my back, watch how the kid hold down New York
It ain’t easy tryna shine where I’m from
So if ya ain’t talkin money basically ya shit’s junk
See Flex ain’t gonna spin that and Kay a rather Slay that
So my pistol’s to the world and best believe I’m gon spray that
Lyrically I’m not Lupe, Queli, Most Def
But I can most definitely parlay
I’m in the mall like Prada, Gucci, Lui
Body guards hold off the groupies
Back to the block so fresh when I touch land
Dice in my right hand a stack in my left hand
Locks on them doors, New York popped them
They left them open so you know I popped in
And like them niggas in jail I’m bout to lock in
Smart like Papoose How you gon stop him
(Chorus x2)
I’m shining hard like I should (I got my money up)
I cop it all cause I could (I got my money up)
I’m sittin good in the hood (I got my money up)
(I got my money up) (I got my money up)
(Verse 2)
You dudes slackin, while ya’ll dozin off to sleep
I’m packin on weight all day all I do is eat
Gotta get my grub on, gotta get my grind on
Cause when it’s party time you know I gotta get my shine on
I gotta look good and shine like a star
I’m takin this to a different level, bitch I’m going far
I gotta buzz like a bumble bee, ain’t nobody stopppin
Obviously I’m rockin be, this is my proficey
Me is what I’m giving them, boosting my adrenaline
I just loose it like Eminem and show em that they feminem
Bring the beat out of him, bitches yes they ridin him
Haters yes he’s spottin them aimin and red dottin them
Who better can do it, flow just like fluid
No one can pass through him like God’s attatched to him
Blew up like Luda, Jab like Zab Zuda
Like Mark Whalberg, I’ma straight shooter
