Quan Millz - Did It On Em lyrics

Listen, all you haters are my slaves I count fifthy thousand in the bank Soon as I get it in It ain't nothing changing. I always make em pray to god I turn em to a friend of mine All you trash talkers in the background laid off I might sign a couple digits in your celly When I'm paid off I ain't wasting time with these lames On the book I'm finna sign off I be on the notepad. It's almost like an iPad Writting lyrics in my notes, and I use it like a iPad I'm ahead of my game, Never faded, Never trippin Easy to make a million off a mixtape I'ma real hustla, I'm never slippin n***a I make it better while they busy making s**tapes I ain't on a record deal Tell me how you n***as feel That straight on wordplay, is how these n***as k** I'm dropping 16-20 when they sign me on My first song should be a f**ing hit, if they sign me on I'm on a mission to k** rappers, I'm not a murderer I will never stoop down to a hoe's level Carry aids, Bacteria I rather cuff a main chick like a cop arresting Drug addicts, Resisting to take a drug test You know what time it is, I guess I'm losing track of time These n***as say they cuffin but they never even seen the V Low Profile, Haters speaking in a back door I make enough money in a check, more than what you bargained for Tying Ratchet hoes in the bed, like a retarded who*e It's time to say a prayer, Make a come up n***a I ate the beat It's said and done, I don't wanna say no more