ProdiG - Simple Cla**ics lyrics

[Verse 1] Seem like cla**ics can not satisfy a n***a Pull out plastics and I'm blasting just to gratify it with ya Spirit gone all in the industry, these trashy n***as enemies Don't know what's gotten into me, it's changing just to bitter me But seriously I swear I don't care about your f**ing records Y'all is categorized like Weezy & Drake, you nothing special Y'all Young Money dummies need to hear this It's not about your bank account, it's about how you spend it Spending all the time in the studio can seem expensive But when you're spending all that time it pays for your expenses Spending all the time on your cellular is pretty senseless You'll be cents less without change and I'll get the pretty b**hes Water whipping it in the kitchen puts your a** in prison When you're missing your fam and children you gone really feel it So when you're blasting that Rich Homie sh** in your ear I'll be making the city shake, celebrate cause my year is near [Hook] In the studio popping champagne gla**es Do it for the money and the game and the pa**ion Smoke a joint or two and roll up with a cla**ic And I won't pa** it In the studio popping champagne gla**es Do it for the money and the fame and the pa**ion Roll with a cla**ic [Verse 2] Many n***as starting to feel young A. Rob Man I'm chilling with villains dealing with this sh** and they rob Funny how a southern n***a can make it with out traffic Funny how a southern n***a can make it with out trapping When I'm tragic upon the beat I swear my lyric gone But it's still the sh** to these n***as, it's not feeling wrong My sh** will stay for a century, underground, yeah I get it I'm no where famous right now & I wish I was I admit it But sh** it won't make a difference because I got a new feeling So if you ain't feeing my sh** then n***a f** what you feeling The crew still in the same place and it ain't change in a million Your crew stealing the same waste that we make just to k** them [Hook] In the studio popping champagne gla**es Do it for the money and the game and the pa**ion Smoke a joint or two and roll up with a cla**ic And I won't pa** it In the studio popping champagne gla**es Do it for the money and the fame and the pa**ion Roll with a cla**ic