FeltzPreviewsCovers - Arrangement * lyrics

In my hood alot of people rely on the rosary My girl about her bread i call her Josephine We on a refill but she wanna pop a bean I ain't playing on the sideline your know about me Ball so f**ing much i feel like I'm kobe Flying overseas foreign girls over me Drop top with leather seats c**a fresh from the c**a leaf I'll be up all f**ing week chopping up a key My mind frames buckled b**h ima stay on my feet Ima keep doing this till my back yards a beach Driving thru the city smoking in the Jeep Got that R and B no Jodeci Wake and bake in the morning i can't get no sleep Moving presidential so come vote for me My room like a frat party come get in my sheets Remember when its money is the only time i speak So if it ain't cash its best to not say sh** Dont piss me of they call me mr spray sh** I'm all about them bank statements Holla my plug and make arrangement Rob your plug we ain't gotta pay sh** Haters gonna hate but they ain't sh** I'm all about cash im on my way to the payment So if its about money we can make arrangements All about my group just like ether See a opp ill be open eggs like easter Had to go and stop of at the Waffle House Money's the only thing we talk about Big building compound can you call this a house Laughing at my ex-girls wishing they didn't move out On my inbox tryna say sh** Your little heart girl ima break it Theres only one way to handle it Take her to bang at the ampersand Still looking for some management But ima do it and give them 100 percent Everything brand new i keep it one hundred Cut a couple people off they was stunting Had to play it right and trade some cards I'm gonna make sure i become a star Study hard like i went Cambridge Say sh** go hate it i dont know you Out in the fields you know im on it Your b**h ain't heard of me she must be having a blonde moment Flow's so cold it can k** an anemic I'm on that hard sh** but i ain't constipated Trapline on froze I'm forever movin' weight So ive got lay-low from the Jakes Love or hate say what you gotta say you tampons Im heading for space with a virgin Richard Branson sh** talkers always talking have my face on the billboards Remember bring that Q home when i was just a schoolboy So just remember feltzyy be on sh** Every gender in the hood want a fix In the trap whipping bricks dodging all the splashback Then we head to the streets cos thats where the cash at