Terrance Moore - Troublemaker lyrics

[Verse 1: Terrance Moore] When Mont Dizzy Gillespie, Veteran young Makaveli And Terrance Moore hit record you can pour the confetti More than ready, we willing To take the game like a villain Spilling whiskey on the wooden floor Working hard we tryna blow Hickies all up on her throat She loves that sensual sh** But I ain't always got time for it The sheen on that wristwatch a clean a** sign of it The time that is When I'm bombing sh**, back off I'll never quit, cause that's soft When bagging broads, I'm a rebel without a cause Don't need your applause Like a wrecking ball Breaking walls down If we talking 'bout $10 million, what the f** is six spent To get my Mom a brand new house, full bank account and fresh kicks Uh, I'm sticking to the G code Cause all the people we know Are good people, but bad negroes Had equals, but now they zeroes Fight like LaMotta, for deniro I'm De Niro Lead actor pose, you already know Principle photography, hope everybody see the show Don't need no gold to glow, master speaker flow Grab the weed and blow I need to quit, cause everything I speak is dope Til my crowd crazy big, like they tryna see the pope My delivery, get the cheese, 'til my dough roll like a pizza store [Hook] x2 I don't wanna make trouble I'm just tryna leave the struggle Yeah And scared money don't make no money If I ever rob dog, bet I take your money Wa**up [Verse 2: Veteran] Oh sh**, who that be? Be that n***a V-E-T Infinitely repping R-E-T-R-O You know, and they know And she knows, and he knows Bet I been teaching them, the GPA's only a 2.0 f** 'em though Cause it's we with that degree on how a emcee spits the heat We been waiting on that bread, we been built our bakery With our booming a** business, and the business is the truth Truthfully, I'm realizing that the 'Brons match the coupe White body, red trim, I'm blowing up the finish line Tomorrow I'll begin, cause you're needing all the time Watch as a n***a roll, the weed be at it's finest The world couldn't find us, sh** them n***as was behind us These haters call me highness, they hate it They love the fact the rap industry has yet to pay us But they stacking up our racks Our racks on top of racks Our racks with money and the racks with women scratching backs I'm giving her that chocolate like she ordered Starbucks frap- Pacino equals me, I won't get shot in the back Crew's ready to attack, to make your bone snap You sleeping on me, you'll have to see your chiroprac- A spine is what these p**y a** n***as really lack These troublemakers start to hack this beat with an axe [Transition: Terrance Moore] Take your money Wa**up [Verse 3: Mont Doe] Troublemaker, I am Bread like Anita Baker Sweet loving, I'm kicking You can call it David Akers I don't give two f**s Throw up both my middle fingers Making all these b**hes wet, I'm like an R&B singer Know I'm smashing these hoes, I'm gone end up in the sheets And I'm smashing these flows, I'm like Hulk up on these beats All these calls coming in, they forward to my secretary Picking six of these hoes, who f**ing with my secondary Nobody, know you seen that Maserati Or that black and white Bugatti Doing endoes on Ducatis Blowing indo (indo) k**ing instrumentals Fresh like Mentos, that's your car, nah that's rental Every single night, yeah I'm out here on the grind Kinda think I'm going crazy, but my Moms tells me I'm fine Aw, yeah Yeah my Moms tells me I'm fine, but she my Moms So she say that, but I kinda think she lying Yet, I'm still up in this club, watching all these hoes walk by Spot a bad chick in leopard she a wild kind of fine Wa**up [Hook] x2 [Bridge: Lil Wayne] Don't start no sh**, won't be no sh** Don't start no sh**, won't be no sh** Bring your body where nobody can see, yeah