Lena Horne

[Hook]

Yeah, Uh
Team so tough I gotta throw it up high
We seen a lot of money but we ain’t seen enough, nah, yo
Leanin' hard, leanin’ hard, that chopper singing like Lena Horne
For these niggas who tryna get deep involved in this shit

[Bridge]

They yelling more money
All these bitches talk about is more money
But you gotta get it off the floor, honey
Yeah, you gotta get it off the floor, honey
Niggas talkin more money
All these niggas talk about is more money
All these niggas talk about is more money
All these niggas..
Hol’ up

[Verse 1]

So they movin the pack out back room
Plug in the bathroom
Just re’d up, gotta come back soon
Gotta come back soon
Need awards for this shit, this floor's hot as cancun
Rent due and they don't care what a nigga can't do
Younger niggas in the hood, did what the older niggas do
They was posted on the block, I was in the paint too
Ain't too many other niggas that could do it like dude
I was tryna to get it crackin made it happen out the blue
I remember now, been without
Sitting up in jail with a pregnant baby mama tryna get me out
Life wasn't ever lenient on that linear scale
Just look at when I was 20 wit a wallet empty as hell
But now P so swaggy should be wit Iggy Azalea
And all of my niggas stamped should prolly be in a mail truck
On my Dave chappelle, I wanna see the haters ball
So they can talk about the good instead of what I be doin wrong
I be chiefin like cheech and nem
To keep me from chalking somethin' out like a teacher
And then receiving amnesia
I need preacher and a beach chair
Cuz when niggas be claimin' they the president, I’m thinking’ bout how they bout to get impeached here
Got no love for no nigga
I get all of the gold out of a gold digger
Put nikes on my toes and some dope denims
Stunt like a dope dealer son that soaked up the game like a sponge
Treat the flow like an automatic gun
I gotta kill these niggas

[Hook]

[Bridge 2]

All these bitches talk about is more money
Yeah, you gotta get it off the floor, honey
All these niggas talk about is more money
Yeah, you gotta get it off the floor, honey

[Verse 2]

I woke up stuntin' my nigga
I don't even know what time fuckin time zone I'm in
I'm the one that everybody eyes on
The only rapper muthafuckas can rely on
I ain't put a project out in 2 years
You dropped one about a week ago and didn't nobody even know
Only got yo niggas promotin and they ain't even listen to that shit, my nigga ain't that a bitch
I devise a plan like Gladē
It got my runnin' through the lobby with some thick girls tweakin' off a molly
I know nigga plotting C.N.O.T.E. said he got me
And I know he ain't lyin' cuz that Charger had a choppa in it when I got it
Man I'm loyal to who loyal to me
Ya favorite rapper is a bore to me
Like Wale said I sound like J. Cole
When I get on boy these niggas whole plate gone
Ain't gone play I got an ankle brace on
All thru city niggas show me love like Faizon
Out here dodging hoes that gotta paint they face on
Shoutout all the chicks who told me “Cheeks" was they song
Brew City, Brew City, swear to God I'll never rep a new city
Like a roommate, my niggas move wit me
IPhone goin crazy, man the bill 250
Gotcha girlfriend catchin backshots like Ricky lil nigga

[Hook]