Missy

[Intro: C Stunna]
Stunnaman, for sure
Uh, real bag getters, real helpers, real money getters (You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
This shit poppin', I'm in a Lamb', I gettin' my ends
Psh, yeah

[Chorus: C Stunna]
I can't get enough of money, love when racks come to my hands (Yeah)
Know that pussy good but ain't no feelin' like new rubber bands (Count up)
Shit, I was born to be a stunter (Woo), God done birthed me with a plan (For sure)
All my niggas either crackin' cards or doin' hand-to-hands (Uh, facts)
Real niggas fuckin' with me, bad bitches out to get me (Slow down)
Behind the wheel, I feel like Wizz, I hit the eye and get to stickin' (Nigga, uh)
Couple racks up on a 'fit, lil' jit, it cost to get this drippy (It cost me)
Get in motion, work it, flip it and reverse it like I'm Missy (Woo)

[Verse 1: C Stunna]
People say they love my rhymes, in the trenches I'm a poet (I am)
I was broke without no motion, now the drippy Ricky Owen (Ricky)
I done popped an AD 30, move too wrong, this nina blowin' (Blowin')
Baby know that I'm the prize, want me to hit it with no Trojan (Prize, bitch, what?)
I done knock the trap but Stunnaman got lit off back deposits (Uh, for real)
Either punch in or you re-up, nigga, better make some profits (Better get up, nigga)
In the stu' with money bag and dope like my name Yo Gotti (Uh, yeah)
Only time you see me checkin' in is in a hotel lobby
They was tryna click up with the guys to get they motion bigger (Uh, yeah)
I know niggas that got hits with 4s and 9s just like they Skilla
I just hit her and dismiss her, hoes be tryna sneak a picture (Slow down)
I came from nothin', I really turned it up, can't wait to see more figures (I can't)

[Chorus: C Stunna]
I can't get enough of money, love when racks come to my hands (Yeah)
Know that pussy good but ain't no feelin' like new rubber bands (Count up)
Shit, I was born to be a stunter (Woo), God done birthed me with a plan (For sure)
All my niggas either crackin' cards or doin' hand-to-hands (Uh, facts)
Real niggas fuckin' with me, bad bitches out to get me (Slow down)
Behind the wheel, I feel like Wizz, I hit the eye and get to stickin' (Nigga, uh)
Couple racks up on a 'fit, lil' jit, it cost to get this drippy (It cost me)
Get in motion, work it, flip it and reverse it like I'm Missy (Woo)

[Verse 2: Baby Mel]
Every time I hit the block, we doin' hand-to-handin' (Trap)
And if you can't do nothin' for me, baby, you can beat it (Yeah)
Uh, everybody love Baby Mel 'cause they need me (Yeah, they need me)
SK make a nigga run like a cheetah (Yeah, get out, nigga)
I went up, now they hate on me and I ain't got no reason (Gotta beat it)
Gotta pop it, every time the police hit the light, I'm fleein' (I'm fleein', vroom)
Uh, wreck the SRT on the high speed (Goddamn), nah, for real (For real)
Gotta feel it, gotta keep on goin' 'cause I come from the trenches (The trenches, the hood)
Uh, I love bad bitches
Uh, she got hips and thighs (And thighs), the main thing, she a go getter (Goddamn)
I can't even walk in the room, I'm tryna dodge these bitches (Lil' bitch)
Stylin' (Stylin'), thousand-dollar tennis shoes a 'fit to rob the niggas (Shit on 'em)
She a catfish with a filter (Lil' bitch)

[Chorus: C Stunna]
I can't get enough of money, love when racks come to my hands (Yeah)
Know that pussy good but ain't no feelin' like new rubber bands (Count up)
Shit, I was born to be a stunter (Woo), God done birthed me with a plan (For sure)
All my niggas either crackin' cards or doin' hand-to-hands (Uh, facts)
Real niggas fuckin' with me, bad bitches out to get me (Slow down)
Behind the wheel, I feel like Wizz, I hit the eye and get to stickin' (Nigga, uh)
Couple racks up on a 'fit, lil' jit, it cost to get this drippy (It cost me)
Get in motion, work it, flip it and reverse it like I'm Missy (Woo)