Phil Ade - P.O.P. Music lyrics

[Produced by Cardo] [Hook] Got a sack full of green, a cup full of brown A bad b**h with me so you know it's goin' down I told her once before, yeah, I f** with you and all But you know I'm out the door as soon as the money call Money on my mind, she think I'm a rookie but I've Been grinding puttin' paper over p**y (3x) [Verse 1] This ain't about competition, I'm just doin' what I've gotta do A lot of dudes, want my position and take a shot or two They aim off Quit being lame and get you a dollar too! Cut a dame off, she play a n***a for Donahue Comical, funny, don't know what b**hes be trynna do Find a finer dude, there's only one eye, Monocle Truth is, half of these rappers ain't even kinda cool I see the jealousy in 'em, I'm livin' what they trynna do Designer shoes with a matching fitted Eyes low, gla**es tinted Rello Rhodes, you know, gra** is in it Lightin' up while I pa** the Zenith Cold n***a, take after Kenneth Don't want nothing, cuz I have to get it Real n***a, f** a rapper image! In my shoes, you wouldn't last a minute I'm Malcom X, and I gets it by any means Steady cream, got 'em ready for the team, so it seems, just Forget the greed Ma, we never had money So the most you get from me is cab money [Hook] [Verse 2: Casey Veggies] So many racks I'm gonna pay, thought it was check fraud Luckily it was some stacks that I had left off They feeling left out, now I'm my own boss You don't control your own world, you a wrong cause I love my chick, she love me back, I'm just like Santa Clause When I run it, hoppin' on my lap telling me what she want If I don't do nothin', man I've gotta stunt If you talkin' moving onions, we can chop it up What's the point in doing something if it's not enough? Like, why you mess with all these hoes if you ain't got they trust? Same n***as actin like your homies, man they probably s** If he had a chance, swear he'd probably throw you under the bus I love spittin' game, we the same, man you're on of us I done did my thing, got a name, but it ain't enough Widening the game, hittin' lames, and it ain't no stuff Contemplate them things, in my brain, gotta make it up [Hook]