Bout It

(Hook)

I'm getting tall, I'm getting clouded
You talking money
Then you know I'm all about it
I never fake it nigga
Never doubt it
Bitches love me
Cause they know I'm all about it

(Verse 1)

If I go ghost like Pat Swazey
My girl would lose it; Demi Moore
The pussy good
I'll tell her give me more
Then it's back to money
I need plenty more
I get better every verse
Get immersed nigga
Stand back and watch
The young god work nigga
With the flow
I could really go and murk niggas
And lay em' 6ft deep in the dirt nigga
Ugh
Fuck a co-sign
I got A1 credit
Flow so sick
A nigga might need medic
I...smoke OG nigga
No home grown lettuce
Why would I stress lord?
I'm the best lord
Fuck a set back
Nigga step foward
Wear Jordan's so much
I need a check for it

(Hook)

I'm getting tall, I'm getting clouded
You talking money
Then you know I'm all about it
I never fake it nigga
Never doubt it
Bitches love me
Cause they know I'm all about it

(Verse 2)

Vanilla dutches, vanilla bitch
Smoking swisher sweets
With my sweidish bitch
The Kush sweeter than swedish fish
I could elevate you
If you need the trip
Known worldwide
You only coast to coast
I'm that nigga
You suppose know
The flow too cold
Like the poconos
I'm drugs to ears
Don't overdose
I came up
Got my change up
Same me, more paper
Less friends, more haters
But fuck all that
I need more paper
I strike quick
Like lighting thunder...
I got a lions hunger
I'm kill it while I'm here
I can't lie and wonder
I'm go hard until
A nigga lying under, gone!

(Hook)

I'm getting tall, I'm getting clouded
You talking money
Then you know I'm all about it
I never fake it nigga
Never doubt it
Bitches love me
Cause they know I'm all about it