Project Pat - Mane Wattt lyrics

(feat. Young Dolph) This ain't the proper listening material for you n***a Mane Wattt, getting this money mane is all we do Sipping the fiz, blowing some Kush Are you retarded? Let them folders buzz And the b**h? You s**ing and we never trust Mane Wattt bills are green up in the pies Everything for the script ain't let nothing slide Flexing plenty old schools plenty foreign rides n***a violate the money, it's a homicide Get yo head twisted off like a baler cap Phony smile, fake look I don't want none of that Chopper is the lawn mower, cutting stakes to the gra** We don't shoot now warning shots we put bullets in yo a** Yeah I knew your cousin had relationships in the past Yeah but just the past cause today you ain't get no past n***a say I'm acting funny b**h a** n***a I'm acting rich Bout to get you some money sit sat n***a I ain't no deal Talking bout it, smoke about Fake a** n***a you out here flaws That's the reason why you off and I'm on Do what the f** I wanna do, b**h I'm grown Mane Wattt, getting this money mane is all we do Sipping the fiz, blowing some Kush Are you retarded? Let them folders buzz And the b**h? You s**ing and we never trust Mane Wattt bills are green up in the pies Everything for the script ain't let nothing slide Flexing plenty old schools plenty foreign rides n***a violate the money, it's a homicide 50 piece for the 50 man I doubled up I don't say shots for the records When I say shots you better duck Shorty said why you so serious? Cause b**h I don't play Getting in on with mister I don't play south I'm mister king Pin dropping back in a no no Crack a n***as jaw dropping hoes into one How that biz now I pull up Dropping that b**h knocked down her wall Took a trip to go and see her might put her up her game Got this set, Mane watt Smoking strong, sip and toss Mane Wattt, getting this money mane is all we do Sipping the fiz, blowing some Kush Are you retarded? Let them folders buzz And the b**h? You s**ing and we never trust Mane Wattt bills are green up in the pies Everything for the script ain't let nothing slide Flexing plenty old schools plenty foreign rides n***a violate the money, it's a homicide