PriceTag - Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy] And I say one for the money, 3 for the show (roll up) Because we know that all the bad b**hes smoke (vibe wit me) You competition is past fictional Gettin stopped like a bad pick and roll, magnifico These n***as is getting old, my team too strong Kevin knows, take you out your zone, I'm the new don And the only polo I know is Ralph Lauren Put me on the court with the opposition - I'll outscore 'em (easy) [Verse 2: Kent M$ney] Try not to use cash so my checks serve a purpose Every time I sign for a blessing I use my cursive Got scruffs on my Timbs for a dollar so it was worth it Cocaine white suits, see an angel before we murk him Hog for the work, n***as' eyes love to lurk I got a b**h named cal, she 'bout 40 and love to twerk Nothing changed, range aiming at your frame, n***a Ain't a clause when dear to reign get you slain n***a [Verse 3: Pricetag] Prices turnover the code like da Vinci, no n***a tempt me Generational curse of chugging whiskey 'til it was empty Drive-bys out the four-door Honda, dreams of a Bentley Pockets full of dead white men, I pray the master don't lynch me Step your game up - You wifed her, she been a rat I text her at the crack of dawn, tap-tap it and send her back My granny, momma, sister, cousin bedroom was up in that trap Is them d** up on my counter? "No momma, that's Similac" [Verse 4: B Mac the Queen] Yo, I just spent like 30k today, I ain't gon' front See I came up from the bottom, I'mma get everything I want See the homies, I'mma holla, nothing changed I rolled a blunt Told 'em now it's time to eat cause we've been starving days and months And it's a must that we can trust nobody but us We ready to bust if enemies come But I can realize that this this ain't what you want See I do this sh** for fun, screaming HS87 'til I'm done Ha, now I'm done [Verse 5: Oktane] Stop the beat, here comes the starter Grab your popcorn, grab your water Grab your daughter, cause she watching cause I start like Mr. Carter Say I'm ballin' like a man, finger on the trigger Got money all in my pocket, I'm a I-E n***a Name Oktane, that n***a Oktane to be exact You hope to hear from a real n***a one day, well this is that I got that crack and I got that X R E, AK And I got my back, Tony Montana give em that brrrat HS87 n***a that's that, I'm done [Verse 6: ScHoolboy Q] No need for me to getting involved You'll get hit with a bat and wrapped in a cloth Uh, razor blades, shanks and fades Everybody on the floor or they K'd Uh, my young gliggity-Glock got on my crotch Stay ready and co*ked Can't wrap me in a bag, I'm going pop New Rollie, so heavy metal Want a rock? Gotta hustle nonstop [Verse 7: Casey Veggies] Look, wash yo hands before you shake mine You was talking sh** I heard it through the grapevine Yeah, it's a lot of boppers on the sideline So the young baller had to go baseline I'm a black n***a with money like Akon You mad the squad winning that's a hate crime Peas and carrots, live and grow, that's my day job Young Veggie attract hoes like a Drake song [Verse 8: Xzibit] California, Christopher Dorner manifesto Hit-Boy, hip-hop I started on the metro But now I'm in that retro, Ferrari two-seater With the pedal to the floor, got it singing like Aretha If you scared, get a dog or a preacher Hit the hot spot with a b**h resembling Mona Lisa Priceless, I'm righteous, I walk the talk I am cooked c**aine, you are softer than chalk Cause your bite ain't as bad as your bark After dark, you inside like an embryo - I swim with the sharks Cause when I smell blood in the water I'm taking over like the New World Order, witness the gangland slaughter b**h [Verse 9: Rick Ross] (Maybach Music) Still sipping Rosé back seat of the Rolls Kilos on the Cuban link, they thought it was Hov's Fascinated with gold, sneakers and talented hoes Before you get to cruise you paddle the boat Elevated to elevators, had to walk flights Young n***as lick shots for them Air Nikes [Verse 10: Method Man] Ride with me, although the driver's tipsy Avoid them officers calling 50s to get me They call me talk of the city, never talk the jiggy, man I'd rather talk to Whitney, condolences to Bobbi Krissy Balling I'm forreal, I got NBA sk** Make you feel a little scrappy with the Stevie J grill And y'all ain't gotta ask me if it's Homicide Hill, nah Don't even ask me - this is Homicide Hill [Verse 11: Redman] I'm from the era of Biggie Smalls, TLC's "Waterfalls" Buying dimebags by the mini-mall I got your whole city logged online Disrespect mine, I be throwing ones like a titty bar You f**ing with a grown man, boy I plug two like Trugoy, send that memo on your Android For 10G, you can talk to the boss My experience, I'm like Jordan on the court, n***a [Verse 12: Raekwon] Pyrex pots and Guess shorts Yo, weed flow is the best sport Now I'm underwater flipping quarters The code to go tackle the globe Black Mac in the robe Metal mag cold straps, sh** is gold Partyville and Hennessy fiend I'm blessed, it was a dream He had his team moving tight like skinny jeans You know, by any means We will bring the magazines out and clap everything down like little geeses All ride with ninas, cooling in cuisines Yo the who*es is giving top in the back, I ordered wings Spray sh** up to smithereens Stepping off they sway sh** Shake your hand, blow you head up in k**a Queens Yo, the dons know what it do I'm just that fly in the interview Wintertime grinding it seems Remember the pledge of allegiance To the team with more reasons, more firepower, and more squeezes