C.L. Smooth - Multi Barz of Fury lyrics

[Verse 1: CL Smooth] Why is it a perfect fit With that purple lit To drop that smooth gangster sh** Cla**ical material Whats love compared to fearing you The biggest names in the game hearing you Spit Multi Barz of Fury Nothing else can cure me But a whole 'nother way to hustle surely Thugs gotta eat it up DJ's beat it up The kid put his feet up And watch it all heating up The way this stay when it made your wardrobe sprinning But not in that order First run my tub water The Bed, Bath & Beyond to come and relax the don I breathe hits no matter whose track I'm on Them old days is gone I'm here to make new ones New chemistry, new broads, new guns Right now son, send them over Have them all bent over Follow me, its gonna happen just like I told ya They hate me, b**hing, untrustworthy Switch from the first pitch, the reason you not rich And often ripped, wouldn't handle a rubber grip We got 'em under the arm or right on the hip Give jake the slip Improv half the script Regardless we got steady bank to flip Aim, squeeze, and dip And take it down south But I'm a die-hard New Yorker We hit him in the mouth No surprise I'm that real Its what I'm all about When the man came to do what the experts doubt From exile, a high profile Never liked my style But let one or two moves stick Now you on my dick Separate the real from the counterfeit Cause I'm the last one who wanna be around that fake sh** This is glory, penned up from the Morey Damn that money earnin' n***a from Mount Vernon at it again Here's a two-way send, we set the trend The drama only brings out the best in them But do I trust it? No When it comes to that dough More than half these meatballs gots to go And I'm letting it flow, you're not letting it grow CL can take it where it never been before So when I step in the door No more dodging and running Time to ante up, CL is coming Now here's the issue Dude's wanna work for me and make it official All I really need is my word and that pistol Knife down or fist you Never could have dissed you Beam it won't miss you Highlights are bloated, every little pa**word is coded Anything high tech we tote it Women all spread out Across the bed, across the hall And right around the hot tub I lost them all Lay low, they know all that is gravy No lacks-a-dazy Love me then pay me [Outro: ?] Gotta go and get the money Gotta go and get the dough Gotta go and get the money Gotta go and get the dough