[Verse 1] Making hits like I'm Ken Griffey, I need that $750,000 Bands in my hands, tell them n***as to come and get me If they want it, they can get it, my n***a, im with it Wanna take me out the game Cause ya know I am hella gifted, just like Christmas See they nothing, never catch me slippin' Keep it pimpin, when he actin up ill love 'em from a distance Never trippin', keep a trick up my sleeve like a magician My mama taught me hustle, I'm just stickin' to tradition Runnin the streets for fitness, with God as my witness No one step up to the plate, so goddamnit I did it And Imma gonna keep on going hard until the day that I finish And your team ain't lookin too strong, but that's none of my business [Chorus] And I just I just... Every effin time Ohhhh... Making hits like I'm Ken Griffey [Verse 2] Yo, Please don't hit my line if you ain't tryin' to spin nothin' (Cha-Ching) n***a's talk good money, but them n***a's been bluffin' (They lyin') We making noise now, but b**h we been buzzin' (b**h we been buzzin') Them other n***a's quiet, like the weed that they be puffin' If you sittin' at my table then you know you gotta plate (Ya know you gotta plate) I was running for home base, while you n***a's played it safe And Im all across the country tryna put on for my state n***a's get a lemonade, and if they ever in my way My homies makin plays and they be servin like its section Am I living good? That should never be a question They always got opinions, but I don't need their suggestions And I'm stuntin' on them haters like that sh** was my profession Ya I just... Every Effin Time Making hits like I'm Ken Griffey. x's 8