CREDIT

This how I feel
Not fuckin' wit’ who ain't real
Turnin' doubt to dollar bills
Skip through these states wit’ no deal
Shit been real
Fuck how you feel
Talkin' cash shit gimme credit
Come with a chip like a debit
Might take control if I let it

Pullin' out paper they green in the face
Look how they sick yeah they green in the face
Racin' myself and I'm clean with the pace
So deserve me a savage who mean wit' the face
Stuck to my grind like a fiend with the base
Had to sketch out my steps now they fienin' to trace
All on my case - soft like pincushions -
I keep it sewn up put a prick in they place
Now I be (now I be) mean in the lace or the baggy joints
Name on these checks be my braggin' points
Don’t even mean to be baggin’ joints
Got your bitch in back wit' a bag of joints

Talkin’ cash shit gimme credit
Come with a chip like a debit
Might take control if I let it
Might just explode if I let it

This how I feel
Not fuckin' wit' who ain't real
Turnin’ doubt to dollar bills
Skip through these states wit' no deal
Shit been real
Fuck how you feel
Talkin' cash shit gimme credit
Come with a chip like a debit
Might take control if I let it
Might just explode if I let it...

This ain't a series it's a saga
I'm sayin' why do these broads bother?
Cold like I'm Winter Santiaga
'Cause devils around me rockin' Prada
A couple gorillas in Gucci, princesses get poppin' for pucci
Manhandle your madam for Muller, mad I maneuver without with movin' coochie
See everybody wantin' you to win
Till you start movin' too quick for them
They start actin' funny you sick wit' them
But you got no choice but to stick wit' them
Too many licks wit' them - they get in gear learn to shift wit' them
(Skurt)
Fuck how you feelin' my chin to the ceiling been goin' berserk (so lemme work)
Couple of trey's the skirt - born in the dirt now they brushing my shoulder
Yeah so I'm postin' a lot, come shoot your shot and get hit with this boulder
My mama call me her buffalo soldier
Know I'mma show you the same way I told ya
Deal with my cards I am never a folder
Comma's been helping me keep my composure

This how I feel
Not fuckin' wit' who ain't real
Turnin' doubt to dollar bills
Skip through these states wit' no deal
Shit been real
Fuck how you feel
Talkin' cash shit gimme credit
Come with a chip like a debit
Might take control if I let it
Just might explode if I let it...