Rimzee - CEO Flo lyrics

[Intro: Potter Payper] [?], yo Cold, yo [Verse 1: Potter Payper] When they used to act like, said they couldn't see me before Had to barricade the bando, send fiends to the door For a pipe, I had spice-heads cleanin' my floor Had to hit the road runnin', I'll sleep in the morn' I was so broke, now I mix McQueen and Dior I drummed the whole game, fu*k the key to the door Put my head on my mat and I speak to the Lord I don't wanna sell crap, wanna go, wanna tour I wanna make my nan proud, maybe win an award When you live, you mature and you get sick of the talk Six bells in the tray, six bells like Six in thе morn', they can't act like Say I nevеr licked it before And I ain't vouchin' even if we done business before Bro heard me on the radio and kicked off his door Now I'm back, just a bit more drip than before Never put my lips on a who*e, that's distasteful Never had a gal who's been faithful Back then all I ever needed was an 8-ball I turned it to a brick house, they shoulda been grateful I said they shoulda been grateful [Verse 2: Rimzee] Yo, uh, I had a quarter kilo in the Cleo, then I have my soldier wrap it like the Migos, uh They told me I can rap and blow but I need one more re-up like the man in Blow Italian garments Akh, I used to shout my neighbour from the garden (Walahi) Bro, I 'member V whippin' in the crackhouse and nothin' comin' back out Brother, I was losin' like Pacquiao Just to make the light beam Told me had to do deals, Jimmy Iovine Them man never been there (No) And Mary's no D-square, white girl in the bowl like the three bears I saw my first gat B, around the same time when I heard Gatsby I'm an E-fifth rider slash grinder My brother, uh Straight outta white like I'm Tyga Bentley jeep, the seats is rouge Brothers is dyin', just read the news I think that I'm money, I eat for two And my lifestyle scary like Beetlejuice I done falcon, heron and eagle too Got my day-day on me playin' peekaboo I'm a real OG and who the fu*k are you? And I ain't chillin' on the block G, I got stuff to do Yo, teriyaki steaks and lobster tails I took five-figure Ls, I was still in jail Only the real prevail Buuj from Pakistan, the silver cod from Hakkasan Sexy women, expensive linen Shoes Christian, coupe whippin', roof missin' Two whippers, ah I need two kitchens Brudder and my food's brilliant