Bolaji

[Intro: Monaleo]
Ayy, it's Leo

[Verse 1: Monaleo]
Uh, all of my life I knew I was great (Huh)
Was just turnin' seven in 2008 (Huh)
Obama elected, he runnin' the states (Huh, huh)
I'm runnin' the class, they runnin' in place (Huh)
Make hoes pay the rent and stay in they place (Yeah)
At first niggas love you and then come to hate (Yeah)
I been had the heart, I ain't need a pace (Yeah, yeah)
I knew it was fishy, I ain't bite the bait (Bitch)
Money, cars, clothes, yeah, yeah, bitches, hoes, we already know (Loser)
Tell me what you doin' to look out for your people, nigga do you help your bros? (Huh?)
Is you a stand-up nigga? Tell me do you tip the fiends at the Texaco? (Tell me)
And when your cousin ask for weed, do you give him gas or sell him oregano? (Ugh)
Do you take your bitch to Mexico?
When your bitch trippin' is you textin' hoes? (Huh?)
And when the feds sit you down, do you get to tellin' like you in confessionals? (Pussy)
She gon' fuck you for a feature, fuck you for a beat, me, I'm professional (Dummy)
And if you're shit ain't slappin' nigga I'm a real bitch I'ma let you know (It's big LEO)

[Chorus: Ro$ama & Monaleo]
Rich-ass nigga, I'm cocky (Six)
My wrist (Uh-huh), ice hockey (Damn)
I'm playin' with Bucks, Milwaukee (Swish)
My lawyer (Who?), Bolaji
Huh, I'm a real bitch (Yeah), I'm cocky (Yeah)
I don't fuck with a pig, Wallahi (Slut)
I ain't tryna kick shit, Miyagi (Pussy)
You can hit my lawyer, Bolaji (IDuudIt, ugh)

[Verse 2: Ro$ama]
Watch how I walk
I could've stepped on these pussy-ass niggas in these Black Cat 3's (Could've stepped)
Why you offended by me? Prolly 'cause I ball on these hoes like Angel lil' Reese (Swish)
Wooded out Drac', this .223 could've chopped down one of them big-ass trees (Grrah)
I carry a bird, so much green on me, I could've went to UNT (Shit)
These niggas be tender like Tyson (Ugh)
Mob stick mean but flow the nicest (What?)
Haircut, dazzlin' diamonds (Ice)
European wrist, this watch from Iceland (Uh-huh)
Haters got teeth, they bitin' (They bitin')
If I keep killin' beats I might get indicted (Shit)
Big-ass chop', fifty-one big-ass shots in this air like alien sightings (Fah)
We havin' motion, lil' baby, gotta be four pockets full just to step on the stage (Just to step)
I been a street runner, paint the sky red for my niggas ain't never had to ride the wave (I know)
Got sick of the streets we had few gangs in a choke right before we had stepped in the J's (Okay)
I came out the mud, but the clean up nice, I got this shit made, it's SAMA (On God)

[Chorus: Ro$ama & Monaleo]
Rich-ass nigga, I'm cocky (Six)
My wrist (Uh-huh), ice hockey (Damn)
I'm playin' with Bucks, Milwaukee (Swish)
My lawyer (Who?), Bolaji
Huh, I'm a real bitch (Yeah), I'm cocky (Yeah)
I don't fuck with a pig, Wallahi (Slut)
I ain't tryna kick shit, Miyagi (Pussy)
You can hit my lawyer, Bolaji (Ugh)