[Intro: Matti Baybee]
I got a headache to (about to k** it)
[Verse 1:Matti Baybee]
Me need no stylist Matti be the pilot
Go 100 bars with no beats man
And my pockets and my wallets they be obese man
And i never cuff like a crooked police man beastin'
All these chicks that i'm treatin'
Shawty think it's sweet she ain't staying the weekend
Every single beat that i meet i'm feastin'
Probably why these overweighted rappers not eatin'
I'm hot like the top of the stove
Matter fact i'm hot like stop drop and roll
Dollars don't fold
My homies hold fire'till i say so
Making ladies drool
Play the fool if you thing it's April
May i say i stay fly on the basis
Sleeping on me i leave you in the matrix
Dead president faces
Money straighter than braces
Tryna' see a deal like a bunch of women with cases
Whoever is not a fan don't rock with them
Talking hard we wet him up now he Aquaman
'lotta bands in the rubberbands who other than
Matti Bay hotter than the oven in the Motherlands
Vintage Versace clothes they copy
They singing my songs now remember they used to mock me though
These rappers is gettin' that paste and copy flow
And they ends tight so they playin' the Jeremy Shockey role
My long hair spanish chick trippin' told her adios
Now i'm really gettin' it paper chasin' like Romeynose
He say he want it but he ain't bout it though
We eatin' kid turn your beef into sloppy joe
I go to work like were my uniforms
Realest to ever write it you 'bout real as unicorns
Deuces tell my old chick i'm movin' on
Billionaire club camo pants and the newest Jordans
My last girl was bad but my new a foreign
Matti Bay spit that magic to keep you informed
My homies scorin' 'cause we don't see no defense
Alot of phonie friends around me low key hate that i'm eatin'
Alot of my girls keep secrets
Alot of my guys be sneakin'
Claiming that they loyal sneak dissin' hang with who i beef with
Alot of my close friends are changin'
But never me my motto is i leave with who i came with
I'm just shooting for the stars but i'm not so used to aiming
It's funny how the nameless get famous off who they hang with
My homies dangerous and they say my songs be bangin'
My songs be bagin' some like a brand new stainless
And i'm eatin' i'm eatin 'cause i see no opponent
I'm livin' for the money but i'm livin' in the moment
I ball out of control don't need no help or no coaches
Im going for the gold boy i'm tryna' get that trophy
That paper is my focus
My money do arobics
And Matti Baybee dope you should come and get a dosage
When it comes to me you can come the opposite of open
And they say life is a gamble i got a handful of tokens
Homie say he the coldest
Boy you must be jokin'
I ain't even gotta say to much just check my flow
And i stack it to the ceiling but i started a the floor
Matti Baybee got bars i hope you don't drop the soap
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