Theodore Grams - Extra lyrics

The club, that's my job. The mall, that's my job. Your neighborhood, that's….my job. This studio? This is my life. This is what I do better than I do anything, so why wouldn't I do it all the time. See that's the difference between you and I. You get money and you get crazy, I get crazy then I get money (wait a minute, wait a minute) They count me out I count them bands they try to count me in I say count me out I'm countin bands, don't need no extra friends I could use an extra scale, extra house, extra b**h I could use some extra mouth cause shorty head is excellent Aye, street money, rap money, we finessing it Aye, paved the way, paved my way so I ain't stressin it, no Rappers sneak dissing, subliminal messages, aye I got homies ducking cases, talking evidence, woah We ain't sweating it, no We ain't sweating it, no I got extra clips, aye I got extra clips, aye We ain't sweating it, no I got extra clips, aye I got extra clips, aye We ain't sweating it, no They count me out I count them bands they try to count me in I say count me out I'm countin bands, don't need no extra friends I could use an extra scale, extra house, extra b**h I could use some extra mouth cause shorty head is excellent I got scoobies, I got sauce and I got pressure, pressure I got extra, I got extra, I got extra, extra f** a skizzy, I can use my eyes to measure, measure Cause I got extra, I got extra, I got extra, extra, aye