KE on the Track - MYOB lyrics

[Hook] n***a popped up like wala Freaky b**h, no a**, slick game like oh Tell you anythin' for a dollar Can't trust these n***as, father damned I can thump Puttin' on pounds in my wallet I'ma die, I'ma die, I'ma die, I'ma die Chains on my neck like collar Been poppin' my collar I was just mindin' my business I was just mindin' my business Now pocket filled up with bands Can't come back home without this I was just mindin' my business I was just mindin' my business Now pocket filled up with bands Can't come back home without this [Verse 1] Had my weight up on my fitted Smokin' this sh**, taste like citrus I left my b**h with a tinted I'm jiggin' you to my riches Take over game in a minute Kil the game and forgive me Swimmin' in all of your women n***a you don't know you finished Young n***a snare like bruh Let talk down on a p**y n***a, yeah let 'em feed it Gettin' all the brain I can get out this hoe I need that and I told her she brainy Cool but I come in like an air hog I keep the money runnin' in on my cashflow I know the plug, I ain't never gettin' tagged hoe They can't shut me on, never slap hoes Period, all a n***a want is the comma Keep my circle tight, real good vibes I ain't got time for drama I'm sittin' in the cut I'm sittin' in the cut Smokin' on the good marijuana I gotta get M 'cause I upcrib That ain't Halle Berry and some mama [Hook] n***a popped up like wala Freaky b**h, no a**, slick game like oh Tell you anythin' for a dollar Can't trust these n***as, father damned I can thump Puttin' on pounds in my wallet I'ma die, I'ma die, I'ma die, I'ma die Chains on my neck like collar Been poppin' my collar I was just mindin' my business I was just mindin' my business Now pocket filled up with bands Can't come back home without this I was just mindin' my business I was just mindin' my business Now pocket filled up with bands Can't come back home without this [Verse 2] Had to get my a** out the house Scared money don't make no money, that facts Meet you on Pride Street, all flair Roll backwoods on Louis V wild bag Boy, I fall in the spot like crash you Two crown hustle like I ain't got sh** Gotta pocket full I ain't even got a whole lot of sh** to say 9 times outta 10, n***a ain't gon' pull up I'm achievin' my goal Jack full of glitter and a mouth full of gold Blunt full of k**er and a couch full of hoes Countin' this money like a hustler supposed Doin' in the mornin' what you do in the day I'm doin' in the day what you do in a week I don't know sh** then I ain't gon' speak Everythin' G, no sneak, no sneak I'm ballin' so hard that I ain't even gotta sweat it I'm tryna get head while I'm finna watch some telly Stayin' in that a** like baby got a wedgie I ride with my nina 'til the end like Webbie They either gon' salute you or they gon' shoot you Pay your dues in the game or they gon' boot you Get your money now, still plan for the future Go round talkin' loud, n***a, we'll mute you [Hook] n***a popped up like wala Freaky b**h, no a**, slick game like oh Tell you anythin' for a dollar Can't trust these n***as, father damned I can thump Puttin' on pounds in my wallet I'ma die, I'ma die, I'ma die, I'ma die Chains on my neck like collar Been poppin' my collar I was just mindin' my business I was just mindin' my business Now pocket filled up with bands Can't come back home without this I was just mindin' my business I was just mindin' my business Now pocket filled up with bands Can't come back home without this