Warm Brew - Gravy lyrics

Manu Other people's money Other people's wishes New kicks new threads hitting other people's switches Too fresh I'm dead David Bryne got these woosies talking head Instead we talkin bread now I remember everything Homies hatin talkin down Women disrespectin me Givin me the run around Money turn yo luck around Women throw they rump around That make me turn my head around Now try ta wrap yo head around Hangin out the moon roof 1 chick two scoops Presidential candidates I'm smashing on my stylist Yo how u say u fresh enough When you ain't never freshen up And I suggest you buckle up That head so good you buckle You wifing her you messin up and you can't tell that somethings up I could never buy it My whole clique hit like david and Goliath Ray Wright Yo police defiant Smokin n im flyin Two twomps - thumpin Like punches in a riot N im ridin wit da homies cuz its d**h around tha corner Ain't nothin funny getchyo money sunny southern california It got everything u need and everything want Then she show her true colors n its everything you don't I got the henny n the weed so patna take notes Jus da playa of da year n I ain't have to rig a vote look [Chorus] (Ray) I mob wit da squad Dawg wit da squad daily Dont neva eva eva Eva eva try n play me Game too cooooold We so wavy If homie talkin boooooold It's all gravy Serk What I do ain't made for tv Winnin like I'm tiger cheating Kinda like a laker 3 peat Bustin booty Grabbin cheechy Im a Mac I'm bout my cheese N reelin fishes Stay in season You can sail da 7 seas N never find no one defeat him Comin from da land Where da doc n Mac Dre California kid Put a chick on backpage Pull a broad Off a quad n axe spray Pull up at her house Tell her man to valet Smackin dat booty Like I'm dikembe Rubbin dat booty like There's a genie Smokin my forest Gotcha sayin Jennay Pupil my eyes bout da size Of pennays Lobster Alfredo On top of penne Hit a Homerun Every innin Don't want it Don't begin it Lookin at life Like what's a limit Walk in my shoes Wouldn't last a minute Acid to me Like Popeyes spinach Pa** it to me Mind sprewell spinnin Been dis way since a kid Ain't kiddin Servin dis game Girls smitten Representin well my town My city Any kinda trouble Ima go Nc dive in it For a piece of that pie Took game Made business Made business Hit da liquor store Xo my livers A little Molly moll wit a merlot kicker Just da way it go wit da one way sippers