Wayvee - When I Re'Up lyrics

[Verse 1] When I re-up, I pray that money come fast So when I cake up, I buy it all off the mannequin You dudes fakers, my clique full no squares So when I pray up I never need your luck I need those big faces, drop tops in the summertime Chinchillas in the winter for my mortal mind This is high cla** all cla** mates columbine Been making moves since a real n***a turned nine My motivation is bank roll, y'all flow softer than Cottonelle At dinner tables with real n***as, we break bread deals in the air The snakes in the gra** though, my real n***as on cloud nine Been on the earth for 20 years I never seen a snake fly Tryna f** b**hes these n***as Google These rappers hate me competition futile You say you balling I'm point guard The game Ray Charles, I'm Matt Stevens, balling Hit me if you want that work tell me whats your budget All my ladies hit me up, put my number in your phone, phone, phone Put my number in your phone, phone, phone [Prehook] She feeling the vibe when I'm running my fingers all over her thighs Reserved bout' me cause she heard a few things let me easy your mind Roll with some shooters we balling, put in that order we shot calling Poppin these bottles they poppin they p**y, white girls with me we wet'em like Uzis [hook]x2 Step in the building we wildin' come from an island were we drink party and styling Daps to my n***as no love for these hoes, 3 the hard way till we k** all the pros Feeling some way cause we doing the most. celebrate with a toast [intermission] [Verse 2] Keys under palm trees out in Shark City, All hail this the young diddy Just step front of that line, I'ma tech with the lines Leave an ape bathing I run with some n***as that twist they fingers and rep eastside Forget your vendettas, I'm focused on getting that cheddar Sitting with b**hes that rock Donatella All my n***as got dreams of getting that cream But I'm from a city where dream don't mean sh** Brew a n***a like folders in pursuit of that mozzarella, young toaster Pop a n***a like Cola, you n***as ain't lyrical; F' your subliminals But I'm just a VA n***a with a Bone flow And I got them bars popping like polio Got the trap house jumping like Ervin Never stop but red light flash only when recording Jeff Gordon, no other in my lane And no time for slave b**hes picking my brain Sipping ice water straight from Cappadonna Summa Cum laude in company of pre-madonnas Graduate to compensated, school of hard knocks and cash drops You failed if you have not, Meth