E Money - Hype lyrics

[Verse 1: E-Money] Run to the bank and cash out a check I'm taking that cash and I buy a boat I am the teacher and you are the student So sit your a** down and start taking note You looking at me I'm looking at you But you do not see the goons with scope They bring me in they asking me questions Like "You throw them eggs?" and I was like "Nope" Okay now we got attention That might of caused a little tension Everybody want a mention Rising up via the ascension OBJ the way I'm catching They talking heavy right next to me You can not do that right next to me Don't you see Scottie right next to me sh**ting on b**hes you washed to me They say they hating they lying Trophies without even trying Mufasa the king of the lions Going crazy like The Shining I hate these b**hes especially I really wish you would step to me P-O-C-O P-O-C-O I really wish you would step to me After this no one a threat to me f**ing right b**hes right next to me Aye [Verse 2: Fazo] Bad jawn give me head like a coin toss Keep my pockets fat looking like Rick Ross They say time is money so my watch does tic-toc [?] Call me MJ but b**h I'm not I'm Curry with the shot Curry with the pot Who these dudes looking fly I pull up on the block I pull up on the spot Pull up on the lot [?] It's the gang out the roof Hop on the booth Gon' give it to y'all but can handle the truth Hoe, hoe, hoe I'm the new prodigy [?] Cold like a hockey team These hoes be jocking me Cruising thru hits like I [?] Swallowed the team while the gang right beside of me Swimming thru the p**y b**h call me Nemo [?] [?] Mixtape dropping soon Hold up let the beat go Mixtape, mixtape ,mixtape [Verse 3: Dizzy] Dizzy f** Kid-Ink I just hopped out the whip Got to roll up and get 'em My Glock 40 cal. something Putting hole in your denim I hopped on the "Views' beat Spitting nothing but venom I never gave a second chance But tonight I'm a let 'em Aye aye Let me hit this geech Sharing more stories over tight a** beats Even from the tenth row they be feeling the heat And it's more like a flood when my sh** get leaked Got to know this sh**s for you I don't do it for my self and this sh**s the proof I do it for my mom, dad, gram, boys, brothers, and b**hes And that's why this beat on loop A mother f**er rolling full throttle with a model Pushing 100 but she be hitting the bottom of the bottle Aristotle with the rhymes Haters getting with the times Crazy b**hes on my dick and she just did like 4 lines Aye We hype enough We don't need dumb dudes to pipe it up Ex girl- Never mind I'm done That's my verse