IT’S YOURS, PT. 2

[Intro: Sir Michael Rocks]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
This a new club, that's a new dance
This is new money, that's a new plan
That's a new grip, these is new hands
This is new drums, got a few bands (It's yours!)
Saran wrap, plastic
It's all wrapped in the plastic (It's yours!)
New shit, no classic
It's all wr—,uh, uh

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
This a new piece of work
We don't step in the dirt
One, two
Two, two
My shit so new, oh my shit so new
You in 2021, I'm in 2042
Everybody know my shit go through
Every time I type it in it's like one, two
And I ain't gotta type too much
I'm with Big Bruno, he'll wipe you up
If you get to reaching and speaking greasy
I'll keep my word and deliver like Kiki
I hit a two step, paper like goose necks
Money kinda long, you ugly like Eustace
You should run along, you really want my two cents?
Pay me for a consultation up at Ruth's Chris
Yeah, yeah that's the shit I like
And if she thick enough I put her on a bike
Yamaha or the Suzuki, yeah
I hit the gas, now I'm feeling on her booty, yeah

[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
(It's yours)
This a new club, that's a new dance
This is new money, that's a new plan
That's a new grip, these is new hands
This is new drums, got a few bands (It's yours!)
Saran wrap, plastic
It's all wrapped in the plastic (It's yours!)
New shit, no classic
It's all wr—,uh, uh

[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]
Yeah, it's up, but then again it's on the flo'
That's game and I ain't talking 'bout a court
What's the score and I ain't talking 'bout a sport
It's like you got it or you don't, you can't buy it from the store
This the one, yeah, and that's the rules
Copped the new blue joints and I vacuum seal 'em too
Fresh, but I came with a drip
You niggas full of drippings, there's a leak in yo' fit
That shit don't even fit, and I can't even go
You don't want the diamond tester anywhere near yo' throat
That's fasho, and two things that's for certain
Viking stove with a sauce pot and a burner
On the grill, smoking everything 'til it gets tender
It's gon' fall off that bone when I get on there with it
The same shit, new synonyms, word like pendulums
Gotta charge you for the dozen even though there's only ten of them, nigga

[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
This a new club, that's a new dance
This is new money, that's a new plan
That's a new grip, these is new hands
This is new drums, got a few bands (It's yours!)
Saran wrap, plastic
It's all wrapped in the plastic (It's yours!)
New shit, no classic
It's all wr—,uh, uh
(It's yours!)