Dame Grease - In the Studio Freestyle lyrics

Verse No let up, All I talk is money it's a hundred when I hick-up Pick up, She a pin up, Sit up, This a Stick up I'm here to take everything I'm dope by the finger b**hes pawning me their wedding rings But I don't need em, Baby you gotta feed his ego We in the loft, I'm playing round with her bald eagle Salute to the girl cause I still wrap them birds up Can't step on the crack so the marble gotta hurdle Purple, Light it up I'm moving like a turtle Secret society of the real up in my circle And corner Hit up my connect he got the Goya 4 and a baby I push it in a stroller Controller Reloading, Now i'm off papers so my hits i'm performing Fire Marshall tripping cause I got the club open Plus I got the proper style I'm in the trap with more scales than a crocodile Gotta feed these streets I feed em' heat Put Bangers on the block now it's time to eat Got payment for the cars we don't like to lease Got rubbers for the broads who run I.G Billy Jean success told me bout you But I got a flight in the a.m. time for round 2 My commas times 2, 2Eaze a big spender Y'all still buying hard man my chicken tender Alize and Hennessy put me in a blender Sipping thug pa**ion, floating like aladdin Dog food magic, got me living lavish I'm above average, Got my paper straight This the real sh** my ice don't evaporate These n***as bootleg with their sh** they using masking tape They rapping like they got it so we hear with masks and tape Yea n***a Top Flight been the motto She bagging up my fingers but you know her as a model Yo hablo, Yo hablo dinero Red or blue pill I be serving more than Neo Who he think he be, I get checks like Nike Movie set till 3, cameras rolling 2 minute warning Bellichek know I'm golden Picture me whipping a Rolls Royce like it's stolen Holding, got your main b**h for ransom An I give her deep dick oh God's her anthem Then I pa** the iPhone tell her "Time to romance him" And she thinking big money cause she know you gon answer I'm a beast Talking double digits man I put that in my teeth Leaning way back you can't see me in my seat Everything I touch now bring them white sheets Every time I touchdown I'm on the big screen Agreements, Only agreeing that I'm lenient Go against my law I guess you rather meet Allah This ain't for the blogs, This for trapstars This for the real bagging at the crack of dawn I remember reaching out not 1 would respond Now they praise when I drop like the Holy Quaran My music never wrong, Look what's in my palm This ain't nothing new I tried to tell em all along Soon to be the trend until I drop another song n***as thought that I was playing when I said I was the one These n***as thought that I was playing when I said I was the one