Skeme - Dennis Rodman lyrics

Dennis Rodman feat. Skeme VERSE I- Ta'East It's like my money got a mind of its own, a grind of its own I'm the man of the year turning dimes into gold You busters of the year turning diamonds to stone I'm the only n***a known turning dime chicks to hoes Turn 'em out, turn 'em out, I'ma die flipping coins But I'll drop it all tomorrow taking high risks to blow It's like Independence Day how I firework the flow My former girls in a trans; this that Shia Lebouf flow Oh my God his closet cluttered, got more Jordans than Jordan I'll cut you 'bout my profit, I hustle like Rodman Ralph Lauren sure to fit custom how I like it All them other boys stay dusty like Hoffman Stop it, fly sh**, I'm cleaner than a seers**er Ain't a nan-nother got a better feel for this Rather have my back on the wall than caught slipping from behind I'm lifting to the sky when I'm picking up the grind CHORUS: Get it from the bottom, take it to the top Cover all bases, think of something fly Watch these n***as follow, demand and supply Re up on ya product, make it multiply Now my money making money (making my money make money) 3x Watching my money make money (watching my money make money) VERSE II- Ta'East: Trying to buy some property, it's all about location In the hills it ought to be, it's all about no neighbors Independent artist but it's all about donations I write this from the heart in me, it's all about notation Got a tropic chick ma**aging me look like she from Barbados n***as half-a** taking shots at me, they warned y'all about no chasers You're a steamboat to the yacht in me, don't care about no anchor I guess that's just the boss in me, my flair is just so tailored So don't bump heads with no stranger, never get comfortable with no favors I'd rather make way and make change daily and have to (two) check(s) in like probation They understanding me like ovations, you're forgettable like cold cases She's said "name the time and place" because I'm edible like arrangements That's a hell of a proposition I might have to make a trip for So now she's licking on the YKK on my zipper, open up Some things are caught and some things are taught Some things are hot and some things are not CHORUS VERSE III- Skeme: Look, trap check, I got money on me Tell a hoe I'm paid, track star run it for me Polo logos on everything I'm wearing and I hope you talking dollars, that's the only thing I'm hearing I ain't worried, b**h I'm getting paid Handling biz over here now n***a find somewhere to play Lil' n***a, you's a lil' n***a, now tell ya b**h to bust is open for a real n***a Homies call me five like 4 plus 1, and rappers p**y but I ain't trying touch none Tell a bad b**h like "come here" cuz I'm trying f** something If she get inside this car I tell that b**h don't touch nothing All star Krooked, balling like a vet She wanna lay up with me, I'ma hit it we can bet Benz fast through the lane and got a mean first step Swoosh league swag, all the boy see is checks CHORUS