Tiny Meat Gang - Please Be A Hit lyrics

We packin' diamond pistols! I done blew up and copped the crib I don't gotta pay the rent now Before the money that girl lookin' like a ten but she a letdown Yuh, I'm talkin' platinum, f** around and blow up like a loaded gun Before the money that girl lookin' like a ten but she a letdown Imagine all the bands I could blow Tryna get rich think of the hands I could throw And all the screamin' fans at the show Singin' every word, goddamn that'd be dope Yuh, if I had a hit, I'm picturing If I blew up on the chart's that'd be it Think of the money That sh**'ll mint I'll cop the new Mercedez Benz Made a milli and I got some teeth Shoutout Obie Trice smilin' like Mr Clean Black Jag boy I stay with queens I'm only hittin' [H] now, I'm too rich for weed My numbers stay the same, I'm not callin' back They say "I done changed" Nothin' wrong with that Now these little leprechauns want my sack I'm countin' racks, eatin' wings in the Maybach I done blew up and copped the crib I don't gotta pay the rent now Before the money that girl lookin' like a ten but she a letdown Yuh, I'm talkin' platinum, f** around and blow up like a loaded gun Before the money that girl lookin' like a ten but she a letdown