Young Savage - Damon Wayans (feat. Young Savage) lyrics

[Hook] I feel like the number 1 stunter Put some respect on my name The new David Ruffin, I came up from nothin I put that on everything I need ice for all my n***as just to heal the pain And I want more money like Im Damon Wayans! More money, more money like… More money, more money like… I just turned nothing to something, yeah Yeah I got the whole city jumping, yeah Nothing like checks in the Summer time! Dollar sign! Dollar sign! Dollar sign! (x2) [Verse 1: Mir Fontane] Just came from south (?) of Texas, woah I met this b**h named Alexis, woah When I met her said she taken, yeah But now she slam (?) Lost my brother to the game, woah n***as dying over bullsh**! For more paper More homeroom They'll k** a n***a you went to school with Momma said stay on your toes boy Don't f** around with them f** arounds n***as ain't there for the ride along Watch then (?) and act funny now Oh lord, god damn! Broke boys got they eyes on me! Can't keep it real with themselves So they telling lies on me But I used to eat noodles with canned soup I know that ain't much, but we made due At Sunday, at Church I went Hey-sus (Jesus) Just for the crackers and grape juice But now Im on tour and it's (?) time I got that pool like a Palestein You know that money my valentines South Side, double dollar signs [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Savage Look, most these cats won't even last They clowns! Fake friends when they act, they pounce Seated behind you, like the back seat Until you win though, they only half-way down! Less guidance, more hurts involved I've been worse with jerks who gave birth to y'all Call me whack and extend your hand But I slap it down ‘cause every verse is raw! n***as love to do dirt and fraud Get exposed and then call it quits Come back and try to ball you quick My n***a Mir already told me Ya'll ain't ish Everybody wanna be the reason you blew quick They giving me the keys like I needed to do this Must've mistook me for a homeless n***a I ain't never showed a sign that I needed your 2 cents! Back in the mix, the way I rap is a gift Ain't a paster, but n***as can adapt when I lift Sound like a Future I don't wear Designer But my n***as on the (?) by the 5th Try till I (?) But they just want the cake They don't really know the ba** really k**ing us Fakes in your ceiling I tell you from the gate I ain't feeling ya'll Put you in your place like a realtor! [Hook]