C4 Speaks

[Verse: CEO Trayle]
Put the money first, do the work, take the turf, ayy
Niggas in the dirt, on a shirt, in a hearse, ayy
I just left Chanel, bought my bitch another purse, ayy
Wasn't picture perfect, I knew how to make it work
Had to tell my bitch, "Please don't leave me, you get Fendi and CC"
And she know all my secrets and she really believe 'em
And then I met up with Wunna and he Audemars P'd me
You know Slime told me I'm great, now I rhyme, no pushin' weight
But I still got bags in the closets all over my house
And this paper comin' in quicker than I ever could count
I can't throw no ones on no strippers, play my song and I bounce
Mr. wipe down out all his accounts, need more than an ounce
Perc' poppin', need more than a 10, it's 20s around?
Ayy, the work droppin', they ordered it in, I'm takin' it out
She keep askin' me for my lo', but I'm tellin' her, "Bae, I'm around"
And at first she didn't like the Glocks and shit, she okay with it now
All they really need is a location, just sit patient, enjoy
She can think of me when she wanna fuck, I can come make her cum
We was pushin' P, 1080 and Slimy Shady is one
Ayy, you thinkin' crazy if you think that I ain't came with my gun
Up the K, watch these niggas run, it go dun-dun-dun
I ain't really got no Wock' left, can you sell me some?
Nigga Eurostepped back, Swish Curry, thirty done
Why the fuck she call herself a cougar and she only thirty-one?
And the charge is murder one, a 360 for my son
Sendin' songs to my lawyer 'fore I drop 'em, chopper drum
It was sittin' passenger, load it up and let it speak
Let the grim reaper reap, now that boy can't go to sleep
You gon' smell me 'fore you see me, double C and Lamborghini
We don't do the peace treaties, bitches be thinkin' he easy
Ayy, pour the Wock', I'm leanin', I can up the Glock and beam it
Now you know she call me demon, I was high speedin' this Demon