Max B - West Coast Freestyle Pt. 2 lyrics

Money comin' in, can't complain Gotta make sure all my business steady right, what you wishin' for? Hop up on this dick, you slore Top up on the kitchen floor, all the tables dirty from that res' on the quarter pie Roll ya eyes at me lil' girl, I'm a rock ya lil' world, cop that pref "Can ya dick me on ya wishes" she want lots of hugs and kisses She forgot to tuck the biscuits, tried to tell her it's her fault f**in' broad gave me her income tax, I'll push out and then come stacks I'll pull out and then come back, n***az just love my style I'm a beast, just with this rappin' sh**, he gon' run up and clap him quick He gon' make me slap the b**h, grab the sh**, certified with my stamp Like, "Quarantine? Yeah, that's the sh**" Make 'em see the difference in my game, gotta make that new transition Got these n***az, they so envious, Benzy's, he's the stingiest Give my booger zilch, warm me up, go get the quilt Got whitey like that 5th of milk Get the silk Louie or that Gucci hat, baby either, or I got cake, independent, I don't need these who*es Got me on the line, gotta make the two, pressure on my back I ain't stoppin' kuz I go so hard, speed up kuz they know the car Creep up kuz they know it's hard, cross my heart, hope to die Woozy from that Grand Cru, movie, all the mans whoo n***a f** you worried 'bout my gram dukes Pockets, two lumps like a camel, animal, oww Ooh la laaaaa Thanks for bringin' it back, n***a this is that gangsta sh** Ooh la laaaaa And when there's beef we run and go get them tankers quick Ooh la laaaaa I don't care what they say, n***a I'm Gain Greene for life Ooh la laaaaa You better watch yo' money n***a, we want your life