Connect

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Banco
I’ve got brass knuckles, Cartier’s
I can’t lie, seen harder days
Shit be easy when you’re born and raised
By the G code and I keep on
With the 3 tone not 2
Margiela, my shoe
Nigga you tryna be me
You should just try to be you
I love my friends, I love my crew
I’m at Pappadeaux's, eatin’ lobster claws
If yo bitch look good I’mma knock it off
I knock it off like horse play
Makin’ it rain like I storm chase
Fuckin’ around with that horse hay
That greenery, that greener weed
Ain’t none really what it seem to be
Like damn, why you try to act like
You ain’t never seen nothing like me before
Girl, you know I’m beautiful
And you know we own the world, we due for dough
Just stay away from all these stupid hoes

[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
You got all of these plans
Man, we ballin’ and I bet I bet I bet I bet..
She will pick up the phone if I call her again
Then I’m waitin’ on that wet that wet that wet that wet..
You mad cuz I’m getting it direct direct direct direct..
And they wantin’ my connect connect connect connect..
Man I’m getting it direct direct direct direct..
And they wantin’ my connect connect connect connect..

[Verse 2: Mano]
Rollin with kid, nigga know me
M-A-N-O young OG
Fresh motherfucker with the Balmain jeans
Rollin’ down the street in a new M3
Blacked out, my feet low
Nigga quit hatin’, I don't fuck wit y’all
I’m so cold, I’m worth gold
My old school got some tig ol
Bitty she pretty
I’m in that special committee
At 15’s we runnin’ shit
All hail to the new government
In L.A. we chillin’, pimp as we swag
And knowin’ what’s up when she’s poppin’ them tags
DMO3, doin’ these things
It’s like I’ve got work because of me
We shower, we drink
We dope as shit
We pop it, we get it
Then spend it, submit it
My niggas is killin’
We out here let’s get it
I fuck with them niggas that got it so get it
He’s trippin’ it, he’s pimpin’
Don’t you slip and fall with them digits
That cash reeled these bitches
Around us so get this

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks]
I need sex, neck, checks
Man I need all 3 of those in that order
Lookin' at palm trees growin in South Florida
Couple of bomb freaks gettin in that water
What’s the deal? What’s the deal? Baby what’s the deal?
You signed for the low could you adjust the deal?
Pop a little Molly, girl, it's just a pill
I’m the type of nigga you can trust, for real
That Fendi sheets, I’m tryna bend the streets
You on bended knees, I’m with Benjamin
And I would never injure him
While I roll another Timberland
I'm Mr. Marble Floors, gravel streets
Any motherfucker that be cock the beat
Two bad bitches and they down to eat
One another for the calories
I bust down and I X pockets
Still spendin that Black Mags money
I’m whippin’ I’m whippin’ I’m workin’ the bag
Always on time never catch a nigga slippin’
Hoppin’ out the whip, I’m the new Scottie Pippen
Lookin’ at the swag, man it’s still drippin’
Man that swag be drippin’, yeah

[Hook]