1. |
Now You Do
03:11
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[Intro]
Now you do
Now you do
N-Now you do
[Verse 1]
I'm on a fast track, I'm on a cash track
I get handshakes, I give ass smacks
To them ushy cakes, preach to them hoes
I'm TD Jakes, they wanna see me waste
All, of, them, checks, yes
I C-H-E-F-S
That wet nigga, whip without no steps
You a half-court nigga ain't no press
...On ya album
So man fuck ya mixtape
All a nigga make is rich tapes
Put it in the back
Niggas better honor my flag
Niggas better honor my swag
Boldy came in with the Mac
If you wanna act
I don't wanna do you like that
Hit your main girl from the back
Kinda like a fender bender
I knew a couple Melindas
And every now and then I bend a
Corner on her, on 4 Coronas and a blunt of dope
My uncle rode on them 100 spokes cause he running coke
And I'm running rap
A nigga got eight, nine hundred stacks without running packs
That fast sack
Them french fries can't fuck around with you simp guys
It's B.A.N.C.O
Shorty K been gone for like 100 days and he still ain't seen his P.O
But we cashing and I'm ashing in that Bentley drop
Waiting on that Fendi drop
[Hook x2]
Just in case you ain't know
We be flexing that gold and them clothes and them hoes baby
You was acting brand new
Like you didn't have a clue who was who, we them dudes baby
[Verse 2]
Maaaaan, nigga you know the purp, you know the surp
So put that in that soda first
And if ya bitch look good, I'mma chop that wood
I'mma lace my shoes and go to work
I'm working, working but this shit is not a job
I applaud when she give me head with a lot of slob
A lot of suckers done tried me
And I don't know what you thought it was
But if I don't fuck with yo posse
Don't ask me about my car keys
And what I'm driving, who I'm drilling
Gold watch, man I'm cold chilling
Smoke, smoke and we drink, drink
And give a fuck about what they think
Cause you don't even wanna wear it 'til you see me with it
My old piece you wanna marry cause you heard I hit it
I'm showing love to the city man you know I'm with it
Down like a hundred fifty, nigga we ain't wearing fitted
[Hook x2]
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2. |
GED
03:14
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[Verse 1: Tris J]
On a long ass roll like an eight foot bike
Mike rollin' up a plane trynna make that flight
The skinny nigga of the year celebrate that twice
Give me the whole damn cake, I don't want no slice
I got these hoes stickin' to me like white on rice
Had a blind bitch say she seen me last night
The Tris man on point like two red dice
Say I can't hit 10, told em bet they life
I break em off, take it all must be my night
Heavy heavy nigga there, left that bitch light
Said I've been gone all day and she done called like twice
Want me to own that pussy, thinkin' I just might
They say why your bitch so bad and that ass so nice?
Cause I sound damn good and my flow too tight
Who lie
Fuck more than one niggas wife
And fucked up more than one niggas life
[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks] [x2]
This a free GED
Gettin' Every Dollar bro
Its a go its a go
Everybody wanna know
Where the cheese, where the ski
Cause you know its gotta snow
Yeah ho
Bad hoes know where the bands go
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
I woke up from a dream of me and the team
Touchin' cream like a scene from a drug movie
Was playin' clean till I seen you need a machine
I swear to watch the money move is like drugs to me
Poppin' up in that Porsche ho, thick bitch no torso
Just cakey, that pastry, that ooshie gooshie, I can't see my hands
Just me and my mans
In the strip club throwin' money call it battle of the bands
And I'm throwin' up a prayer I'll be happy when it lands
And a relationship with two, not sure exactly where I stand
I'm in love with the mozzie, but attracted to the lamb
Both hands on the wheel while I'm backin' out the jam
You wish you had the drugs we on
A real nigga in the flesh bitch, blood and bones
We goin' in, goin' hard, when we goin' its on
Take it down a notch, lower your tone
When your talkin' bout us...
[Hook x2]
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3. |
They Hate It
02:56
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[Hook]
Cuz they hate it when they see a lil nigga ridin’ ‘round with this much gold
And they hate it when they see you when you cash in the top on the drop no
Uh huh uh huh uh huh
[Verse 1]
I'm on the strip with the clique, G
Got to roll the plane with the 50
Never let a lame nigga flip me
Bad bitches give me brain on them bent knees
And I’ve been getting to work, I’ve been hittin’ the gas while I’m hittin’ the syrup
Sippin’ and swervin’ then missin’ the curb
Tryna go straight but my vision is blurred
New Versaces on the red-black Kawasaki
They try to stop me, take the keys but I’ve got a copy
I told her put it in my lap girl and make it choppy
Now she take it to the head like a shot of sake
I don’t judge her if she hold her own
A real nigga can’t throw no stones because I ain’t perfect
It’s gon' cost a couple racks if you want verses
Smokin’ purple as I’m waitin’ on the car service
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Aye, this is what it’s all about
On the phone pullin’ orders out
With that money we can bail him out
Man, these niggas ain’t playin’ legit
They be tryna get it all man
And it’s sweeter than an almond
I got them bitches like ahhh maaan
Them niggas the shit
Cuz we playin’ from the jump G
If a nigga tryna punk me
Ain’t gonna hit him in the system
Umm, I’ll do it again
So don’t reach for that gold boy
Ain’t nothing like old boy
And you fallin’ like snow boy
It's Banco
[Hook]
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4. |
Take It To The Floor
04:17
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[Hook]
So take it to the floor for a player
Bounce that ass to the ground, girl
Pick up the names that you dropped while you're there
I don't know them niggas
You're steady tryna stunt somethin'
You think a nigga tryna front somethin'
Thinkin' how the water look bluer over there (2x)
[Verse 1]
And we official, never gotta ask me twice
Sippin' Ace from a bucket of Alaska ice
Anyway, it's all Gucci, broads be all bougie
Till them ones come on the plate and they excuse me
Oh I knew that was him but I wasn't real sure
What's all of them bills for? They all on his heels for
So tell him he can come if he can find me
It's probly where the line be, I hope that he can mind read
You want a nigga all up in your thoughts
While I'm thinkin' how much could it cost
But a bag or YSL with big tags
I'm talkin' 'bout the niggas that took it to 5th ave
Used to switch ass like socks and drawers
I gotta switch phone numbers just to stop the calls
They be name droppin, I like seein somethin else droppin
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Yo she sluggin' and she thumpin'
And she's tryna get another nigga payin' for a couple of things
And if she had it how she wanted, she would get it when she need it
And get somebody to give her a ring
But if wishes had feet, everybody would be a beast
And not have to work for nothing you'd gain
That's fuckin' insane, nigga
You ever wonder what it feel like?
To wake up and do whatever that you feel like?
Ridin' 'round sober in the 918
Half naked dimes dancin' tryna find they dream
Molly capsules, got 'em gettin' open, no hassles
Art school niggas too cool for the tassel
We ain't graduate, let me elaborate
My Mondays cooler than your Saturdays
Go that-a-way
Take that ass to the floor, girl
[Hook]
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5. |
Reservations
03:39
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[Hook]
She grabbed my hand, pinky promise say you swear
Said she love me getting money, baby stay right there
She was the one, Shawty don't cook, don't clean
If you ask her what's for dinner she don't know what that means
She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)
She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)
[Verse 1]
What? That's her ass? Is it real? Can I grab? Can I feel?
Cause I'm goin' if you're goin' and she goin' and we blowin'
And we growin' and we drinkin', I'm thinkin'
I try to take it to another plate
Said you from the states but get mistaken for another race
I'm on my mission, million dollar politician shit
Boxes of phones, a couple cribs that I get the flip
Let me give you the script, this ain't chicken and chips
This is criss with the shrimp, this is Christian Dior
7-50 for weed and that's just for the zip
I be whippin' that bent, it's expensive to rent
Thinkin' that you and I be ridin' to the party
Eyes blurry, half tip, wanna see that ass skip
Like a CD with a scratch on that shit
Yea, I take you out to eat, we get it crackin' that's it
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
It's like today, Charday, tomorrow, Tamara
Ain't mine, ain't yours, they borrowed, we share her
Let her run free man, she get loose when she can
Let her in the strip club with 3 bands in each hand
Dollars fallin' like stackin' pens, I be throwin' them too
Throw it in the air and make a wish and hope that it come true
And I wish you was my main bitch, please excuse my language
But I don't give a flyin' motherfuck who you came with
She don't cook, say that she don't clean
Cause her daddy was a heavy in the dope game
She always had a maid, could probably get a chef
If you needed some uh, she could get it for less
I'll be on the patrol for the dollars and O's
Money over these bitches, if you wanted a code
Cause we do. Girl you fine, I see you
You run around with the clique, I bet your friends do too
[Hook]
[Outro]
That's her ass? Is it real? Can I grab? Can I feel?
The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
That's her ass? Is it real?...
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6. |
NWO
03:39
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You know who it is, man
Uh you might not know who it is, man
6 cell phones on me aye
[Hook] x2
Busted ass, your goofy ass
Your stupid ass, your thirsty ass
Your perfect ass be lurkin’
Met your girl in person
Hold your head and I pray for you
You’re watching me like pay per view
And I really don’t know you
[Verse 1]
My bitch got a chick with a chick and a chick and another for the clique, man
We split what we get, profits from the lick that we hit – this is it
The press have never been mystic
You thought I was sweeter than Mistics
Banco, Banco, Banco, let’s take you to swimming on bankroll
Naked hoes, take the clothes
Open them up – case closed
Two blunts, face those
Man I’m feelin’ that ratio
I’m thinkin’ ‘bout coppin a ocelot, when I’m in Panama
Damn it boy, how you gon handle the animal?
You should just handle the camera
With some rich hoes, sniffin’ that Tony Montana now
Girl don’t touch me, you too messy
I should be callin’ the janitor
But it’s gon take more than that oxyclean to clean up your life
Man that Corvette remind me of Joe Montana, man it’s just so white
I’m in a long limousine with custom made clothes
Get the fuck up out my face, it’s Mariani to the toes
[Hook] x2
[Verse 2]
I’m wheeling, I’m dealing
I’m sellin’, I’m makin’ a killin’
If them Marriani sweaters sellin’ I’m wearin’ Margielas
I’m on a spending binge, call me if you need a friend
Gonna end up at the crib but we leave again
That’s dead like BBM
Rest in peace to Soulja Slim
I wear the crown and hold the brim
Was on one now I’m on a ten
She wanna give me dome again
I knock it down, bowling pins
It's coming down, I’m going in
One time for them foreigns
To the money I was sworn
Been that nigga since financial aid forms in the dorms
In the bathroom, smokin’ weed, fuckin’ on them twin beds
We been had all of the style, nigga
We proud nigga, keep that, chief that loud nigga
I’m lovin’ the view
Not on the cruise but bitches be loving the crew
Then with my money can go into the W-2
(Fuck it we going to the hood with this one, let them know, let them ride)
But I really don’t know you
[Hook] x2
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7. |
Great
04:34
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[Intro: Sir Michael Rocks]
Dammit
Uh, uh, uh
Check it out
Yeah
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Damn, baby, call me Mikey Rocks, I hop in the coupe
Later on, tryna see what's poppin' witchu
And you know you saw them dollars I threw
I'm talkin' damn near two bands
Wanna get this paper, girl? Don't stand there, you dance
She bust it open, she shakin' it and she standin' on her hands
I love life, but I don't love these hoes
Swisher sweets, man, that's all I roll
Steady mobbin' and the only problem when you young, ballin' and you on a roll
Lookin' for that two plus me
Goin' in on the mic like a Toni Kukoč three
She said this is probably somethin' we should keep low-key
But, see, we tryna see the view and tryna see yo' suite
Man, the elevator keep goin' up and it's goin' down
Headed up to the top floor, mo' bottles to go around
I seen your pictures all over town, take it off and then drop it slow
Make her shake it, I break the bank and you see how far that I can go
Just don't try to stop the show
[Chorus: Mac Miller, Casey Veggies & Sir Michael Rocks]
With all them badass friends, you be thinkin' you a ten but you a eight
(You a eight) Now that's great (Now that's great)
Girl, I know that you a star and I see you goin' hard for the cake
(For the cake) Now that's great (That's great)
Got a room full of hoes and they said we can put 'em on tape
(On tape) Now that's great (Now that's great)
With all them badass friends, you be thinkin' you a ten but you a eight
(You a eight) And that's great (Now that's great)
[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]
She'll probably never let me go, my chick always want me back
Runnin' fast around that track, but we never overlap
Take your clothes off, girl, this my world, I'll show you how to act
Peas N Carrots on the map, ah, man, I probably throw a stack
Had her layin' on her back, she was rubbin' on my tat
Had a dream that my girl a stripper, you should run it back
Up in bed throwin' it back like a UFC match
Had that ass tryna tap, wonder how long this gon' last
She said, "Casey, you that nigga, always said you was gon' rap
And you got that shit done, old boy, you inspirin'
I saw your potential when I used to give you problems
Now you just that nigga, boy, I'll dance without a problem"
She keep that money pilin', but I collect the profit
I don't trust these fuckin' banks, got a lot of cash and
Started livin' fast wit' it, baby, shake that ass for me
I ain't know you had that in you
[Chorus: Mac Miller, Casey Veggies & Sir Michael Rocks]
With all them badass friends, you be thinkin' you a ten but you a eight
(You a eight) Now that's great (Now that's great)
Girl, I know that you a star and I see you goin' hard for the cake
(For the cake) Now that's great (That's great)
Got a room full of hoes and they said we can put 'em on tape
(On tape) Now that's great (Now that's great)
With all them badass friends, you be thinkin' you a ten but you a eight
(You a eight) And that's great (Now that's great)
[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
And you know I'ma ball, Greg Ostertag, new bank account, please open that
Got Oprah cash, eat broken glass and I'm showin' my ass in my photographs (Haha)
Got a fucked up past but it ain't that bad though
Fucked around with some fat hoes (Sike)
Ho, puff-puff-pass if you rollin' my hash, I'ma face this one, I'm a asshole
Knew a girl named Becky that give that dome
Don't have no job but she live alone
Money from her moms every weekend
She tend to spend that on sniffin' coke
Oh, you a nasty bitch, ain't no ten, way below average
Got a lotta fucked up things to say but we don't even believe half that shit
Got a beat off Cardo, all about money: Wells Fargo
Got girls in my pockets, like eight of them hoes, yeah, I got cargos
I bet you gon' stop, Casey, Mac, and Mikey Rocks
She likes to fuck, she likes to shop, problem is she likes to talk (Haha)
[Chorus: Mac Miller, Casey Veggies & Sir Michael Rocks]
With all them badass friends, you be thinkin' you a ten but you a eight
(You a eight) Now that's great (Now that's great)
Girl, I know that you a star and I see you goin' hard for the cake
(For the cake) Now that's great (That's great)
Got a room full of hoes and they said we can put 'em on tape
(On tape) Now that's great (Now that's great)
With all them badass friends, you be thinkin' you a ten but you a eight
(You a eight) And that's great (Now that's great)
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8. |
Good Sushi
02:39
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[Verse 1]
Yeah, you don't mean what you say
I'm the king with the yay
If that box drop, I'm makin' 17 in a day. Not hundred..
I'm talkin' 17 K, got my cellie goin' cray
Smokin' weed, watchin' Belly all day
You seen what I get from the cash mission
So reach for the gold, it's gon be more than an ass whippin'
I keep plenty hoes, "Big Meech" with the phones
Niggas make 10 G's in a week where I'm from
(Banco) Banco (Banco)
I'm on the scene with the squad livin' large
Them ladies love it when you polo jeans with the drawers
I'm getting calls, getting texts
Getting neck from a rich bitch who never seen the projects
Drippin' Maserati, that garage lookin' gaudy
Condo with the view, my bitch is waiting in the lobby
California sushi with the ginger and wasabi
Niggas know to knock before they enter where the boss be
[Hook x2]
You don't know about the bucks, you don't know about the locs
When you see me at the spot, nigga you already know
I'm eatin' butterfly lobster, good sushi
Drink criss crissy, you're the bitch that's missin' it
[Verse 2]
I hollar dollars & cents, my Guatemala connect
He got the hook up on the Lambos, Hummers and Bent's
For 20 thousand you Gucci, swag drip juicy
Fat black nigga like Biggie in the Coogi
We call him Big Paco he always rock Wallabies
Rocco, he say "me never smoke no tobacco"
He only smoke his weed out a tight ass cone
Another week and I'm right back on like I ain't never leave
A real nigga bounce back, baby just the G's
Pay the tab, what's the fee?
Live niggas fuck with me
And that bag been jukin' for a day straight
Stay in 5 star hotels for a great rate
It's 5 star jefe on fire, El Diablo
The Chase debit card with da Black Card barcode
Getting it
It ain't a limit when I swipe
Said it's Rocks on top, is it lemon in the Sprite?
[Hook x2]
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9. |
In The Loop
03:29
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Wussup? Bitch
[Hook]
I’m in the loop on the lot tryna cop that Masi
Same old hoes coming out, that body a-huh
I’m in the loop on the lot tryna cop that Masi
Sip that lean, can’t feel my body a-huh
I’m the loop (loop), I’m on the lot (lot)
I’m the loop (loop), I’m on the lot (lot)
I’m the loop (loop), I’m on the lot (lot)
I’m the loop (loop), I’m on the lot (lot)
[Verse 1]
Man, I added it up, I did my math
The little fly nigga bad in class
But now I’m feelin’ like feelin’ like feelin’ like…
Like I'm going on a trip trip trip trip…
I’m in the loop on the lot Quattroporte all black
Girl ass so fat, how you support all that?
Turn her back on the camera and record all that
Playin’ all them things like it’s for her back
You know I’m in it
I'm tryna win that cheese
Quattroporte all black, I'm tryna cop one of these
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
It’s a hundred thirty-five if you want that sport GT-S
A couple boxes of them phones, we be straight – no stress
But mom’s keep getting sick, palms keep drippin’ sweat
Heart beatin’ out the chest so I’m out to get the check
And if you’re lookin’ like a threat hope you’re hopin’ for the best
But uh
Better be ready for the repercussion
My bitch rockin’ Isabel’s to the function
Aye yea I’m fuckin’ just to clear up the assumptions
Pourin 3’s in them ones, pourin’ 6’s in 2’s
Take a sip with some ice, little cuz skip school
Now he ridin’ with me cuz he think it’s the move
Because I stay with foreign weed, foreign bitches and food
[Hook]
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10. |
The Best
04:48
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[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
That’s what it is, that’s what I did
Nigga, that’s what I’m on
And I’m on that COD and you off the mids, my nigga
And I’m on that strong
And I take that cash, I chase after that bag
Don’t take that pic, that photo flash
Be blinding me when I’m tryna see
And honestly I can’t go no faster
It’s TPC, I’m Banco P, I’m off an addy bro
I’m rolling up and smoking dope
Some bitches we want it, they come and they go
I wanted to keep it 104
Some of ‘em lasted, some of ‘em don’t
After all of the laughs and all of the jokes
I picked up a note that one of ‘em wrote
(What it say?)
She said, “You shining, baby
You just gotta keep applyin'” (for real?)
“All of your skills and boy, for real
You could be a giant”
"And I’d be lying if I said you was my only client (I know)
Boy you special, boy you blessed, you got them bitches cryin’"
[Hook x2]
I say TPC the best
We the best, we the, we the best
Only real niggas, fuck the rest
Fuck the, fuck the rest
Just give me the checks
Me the checks, just give me the checks
Spent up all my hundreds, got some 20’s
She can keep the rest
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
That’s what it is, that’s what I did
Nigga, that’s what I’m on
And I’m on that COD and you off the mids, my nigga
And I’m on that strong
And I take that cash, I chase after that bag
Don’t take that pic, that photo flash
Be blinding me when I’m tryna see
And honestly I can’t go no faster
It’s TPC, I’m Banco P, I’m off an addy bro
I’m rolling up and smoking dope
Some bitches we want it, they come and they go
I wanted to keep it 104
Some of ‘em lasted, some of ‘em don’t
After all of the laughs and all of the jokes
I picked up a note that one of ‘em wrote
(What it say?)
She said, “You shining, baby
You just gotta keep applyin'” (for real?)
“All of your skills and boy, for real
You could be a giant”
"And I’d be lying if I said you was my only client (I know)
Boy you special, boy you blessed, you got them bitches cryin’"
[Hook x2]
I say TPC the best
We the best, we the, we the best
Only real niggas, fuck the rest
Fuck the, fuck the rest
Just give me the checks
Me the checks, just give me the checks
Spent up all my hundreds, got some 20’s
She can keep the rest
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11. |
Connect
04:20
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[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Banco
I’ve got brass knuckles, Cartier’s
I can’t lie, seen harder days
Shit be easy when you’re born and raised
By the G code and I keep on
With the 3 tone not 2
Margiela, my shoe
Nigga you tryna be me
You should just try to be you
I love my friends, I love my crew
I’m at Pappadeaux's, eatin’ lobster claws
If yo bitch look good I’mma knock it off
I knock it off like horse play
Makin’ it rain like I storm chase
Fuckin’ around with that horse hay
That greenery, that greener weed
Ain’t none really what it seem to be
Like damn, why you try to act like
You ain’t never seen nothing like me before
Girl, you know I’m beautiful
And you know we own the world, we due for dough
Just stay away from all these stupid hoes
[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
You got all of these plans
Man, we ballin’ and I bet I bet I bet I bet..
She will pick up the phone if I call her again
Then I’m waitin’ on that wet that wet that wet that wet..
You mad cuz I’m getting it direct direct direct direct..
And they wantin’ my connect connect connect connect..
Man I’m getting it direct direct direct direct..
And they wantin’ my connect connect connect connect..
[Verse 2: Mano]
Rollin with kid, nigga know me
M-A-N-O young OG
Fresh motherfucker with the Balmain jeans
Rollin’ down the street in a new M3
Blacked out, my feet low
Nigga quit hatin’, I don't fuck wit y’all
I’m so cold, I’m worth gold
My old school got some tig ol
Bitty she pretty
I’m in that special committee
At 15’s we runnin’ shit
All hail to the new government
In L.A. we chillin’, pimp as we swag
And knowin’ what’s up when she’s poppin’ them tags
DMO3, doin’ these things
It’s like I’ve got work because of me
We shower, we drink
We dope as shit
We pop it, we get it
Then spend it, submit it
My niggas is killin’
We out here let’s get it
I fuck with them niggas that got it so get it
He’s trippin’ it, he’s pimpin’
Don’t you slip and fall with them digits
That cash reeled these bitches
Around us so get this
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks]
I need sex, neck, checks
Man I need all 3 of those in that order
Lookin' at palm trees growin in South Florida
Couple of bomb freaks gettin in that water
What’s the deal? What’s the deal? Baby what’s the deal?
You signed for the low could you adjust the deal?
Pop a little Molly, girl, it's just a pill
I’m the type of nigga you can trust, for real
That Fendi sheets, I’m tryna bend the streets
You on bended knees, I’m with Benjamin
And I would never injure him
While I roll another Timberland
I'm Mr. Marble Floors, gravel streets
Any motherfucker that be cock the beat
Two bad bitches and they down to eat
One another for the calories
I bust down and I X pockets
Still spendin that Black Mags money
I’m whippin’ I’m whippin’ I’m workin’ the bag
Always on time never catch a nigga slippin’
Hoppin’ out the whip, I’m the new Scottie Pippen
Lookin’ at the swag, man it’s still drippin’
Man that swag be drippin’, yeah
[Hook]
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12. |
Can't Hide It
03:12
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[Hook x2]
I say that Audi be clean when I'm driving
If she got ass then I'mma high five it
Put them legs on top of yo body
I got them phones them phones I can't hide it
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
It's Rocks ho - Picasso
My wardrobe looking like I cop dope
And my main girl throat it and do not choke
That Mazi throw the forks up but I'm not folks
Young nigga with funds, treat the hundreds like ones
Man I'm whipping whips and I grip the grain, wood grain on that pistol grip
Critics say that they hate the god, on vacation I take the squad
Man I needed that trip so my mind I can take it off
For all of this bullshit I deal with on the daily
Them hoes tryna be hoes, niggas tryna be shady
I wanna buy a boat and smoke a pack with my homies
Eat a couple lobsters, smack a couple phonies
Cause when we kick it it's a celebration
It's hella bitches thick in several places
We smoking swishers like it's medication
I stay with Franklin but it's no relation
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Rockie Fresh]
Said it's a party in this bitch, the drinks stay on refill
Niggas had the game fucked up, watch us rebuild
Brick by brick, the view so sick
I'm staring out a window with this thick ass chick
Who got her legs parted like a space between cornrows
I be on the road getting cheese and more dough
You at home with it your delivery DiGiorno
If we ain't winning you're slow, when you see us you'll know
Everything is insane, chain to the whip game
Yo bitch about to fall victim to the pimp game
On the boat she selling, she on the hunt like Helen
I know what women want but to these niggas I ain't telling
And I ain't about that drama every time we gon' deflect
I be high stepping, got Balenciaga's on they neck
Bigger grind so I always went and got the bigger check
They ain't gotta like a nigga but I'm gon' get my respect
[Hook x2]
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13. |
If It Ain't Foreign
02:59
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[Verse 2: Rockie Fresh]
Said it's a party in this bitch, the drinks stay on refill
Niggas had the game fucked up, watch us rebuild
Brick by brick, the view so sick
I'm staring out a window with this thick ass chick
Who got her legs parted like a space between cornrows
I be on the road getting cheese and more dough
You at home with it your delivery DiGiorno
If we ain't winning you're slow, when you see us you'll know
Everything is insane, chain to the whip game
Yo bitch about to fall victim to the pimp game
On the boat she selling, she on the hunt like Helen
I know what women want but to these niggas I ain't telling
And I ain't about that drama every time we gon' deflect
I be high stepping, got Balenciaga's on they neck
Bigger grind so I always went and got the bigger check
They ain't gotta like a nigga but I'm gon' get my respect
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
What's the blessing, my Jesus, just got back from Ibiza
Man, I been crackin’ them cards, oh I’ve been crackin’ them Visas
Been gettin' cash from the features, my cousin traffickin’ reefer
Be doin’ 20 a month, I think they tapped the receiver
Cause I be hearin’ them clicks and his phone be actin’ funny
I just seen him on Sunday with a bag full of entrees
And we deep when the money come we eat
It’s 3 freaks wet her pussy like deep sea
I’m divin’ in, I’m divin’ in, I hope that you don’t got a man
I’m liver than, my feet up on that ottoman, I’m chillin’
Gettin' high to the ceiling, coming down – now we gotta land
And if we comparin' asses to cars then she got a van
I’m ridin’ through the land, Cris in the other hand
Got flicked by the boys and got outta that jam
So I guess it was a good day
Listen up to what the hook say
[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
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14. |
You Know What
03:09
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[Intro]
Bali
Bust bust down down
Bust aha down
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
I told her to bust some, cut some
I’m on the list, bitch, Mikey Rocks plus somethin'
Hopping out the Bimmer like a fuckin’ politician
On the floor of the arena cause I got bad vision
Put in my prescription in the lenses of the 'Yays
When my bag get to jukin' like her ass when the music finna play
Biggest spenders couldn’t spend it in a day
Man I’m swaggin’ on Bobby prolly make ‘em want to rob me but
I’m the black JFK
In the club with the clique, I’m straight, I’m great
We poppin’ Zan, sippin’ Remi and we stay up late
And if them girls try to fuck me I’mma say okay
Benzes, Audi's, Spyders, thankful my entire
Life I’ve been a real nigga, I will 'til I expire
Tell the truth, turn the devil to a liar
You ain’t never seen a nigga get flyer
[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
I met a bad bitch say she do porn
In the winter goin’ somewhere it’s warm
I'm at the dealership filling out forms
If it ain’t foreign it’s borin’
What my man say?
If it ain’t foreign it’s borin’
What my niggas say?
If it ain’t foreign it’s borin’
What them girls say?
If it ain’t foreign it’s borin’
What we all say?
If it ain’t foreign it’s borin’
[Intro]
Bali
Bust bust down down
Bust aha down
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
I told her to bust some, cut some
I’m on the list, bitch, Mikey Rocks plus somethin'
Hopping out the Bimmer like a fuckin’ politician
On the floor of the arena cause I got bad vision
Put in my prescription in the lenses of the 'Yays
When my bag get to jukin' like her ass when the music finna play
Biggest spenders couldn’t spend it in a day
Man I’m swaggin’ on Bobby prolly make ‘em want to rob me but
I’m the black JFK
In the club with the clique, I’m straight, I’m great
We poppin’ Zan, sippin’ Remi and we stay up late
And if them girls try to fuck me I’mma say okay
Benzes, Audi's, Spyders, thankful my entire
Life I’ve been a real nigga, I will 'til I expire
Tell the truth, turn the devil to a liar
You ain’t never seen a nigga get flyer
[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
I met a bad bitch say she do porn
In the winter goin’ somewhere it’s warm
I'm at the dealership filling out forms
If it ain’t foreign it’s borin’
What my man say?
If it ain’t foreign it’s borin’
What my niggas say?
If it ain’t foreign it’s borin’
What them girls say?
If it ain’t foreign it’s borin’
What we all say?
If it ain’t foreign it’s borin’
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15. |
The Clique
04:32
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[Hook x2: Sir Michael Rocks (Tris J)]
It’s like what’s that? Hold up
Cellphone, swolled up
Herring bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts
Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique)
Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique)
Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique)
Come fuck with the clique
[Verse 1: Casey Veggies]
It’s Young Veggies
My plans right my funds ready
I say my name, she can take that in
Never forget it, it’s engraved in her brain
Bend it over, back it up
That cool kid put it in the bag
I ride flows and revive hoes
Dream big, my mind blown
Fuck with the clique this rap shit a lick
All my niggas on girl gon' take your pick
Every time they come through they always takin’ pics
Like hold up, we can do that later
I realized and I thought about it
Like why even rap about your haters?
I love y’all, I trust y’all
I’ll probly never get enough y’all
I came here, my chucks on
That west side connection
I shine hard, you know this
Put time in, I’m focused
Girl you can get it by the ocean
So smooth in these Pro Tools
Life like photo shoots
I know you see me doing my thing
[Hook x2]
It’s like what’s that? Hold up
Cellphone, swolled up
Herring bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts
Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique)
Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique)
Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique)
Come fuck with the clique
[Verse 2: Tris J]
I bust a P down, slang motherfucker, slang
I got your girl givin’ me brain on cocaine
I chef the gas salad, dressing propane
A little baby greens mixed with romaine
I’m feelin’ gnarly in these Cartis with the wooden frames
Michael got the buffies, know that he probly feelin’ the same
Pretty glasses see pretty asses, hoes flock in pretty masses
Niggas tryin’ to be like Tris, need to pay for these 3D glasses
Can’t swerve in my lane though, 'less you into crashes
Cost for you to swag here and you know we taxin’
Mobbin’ with the clique, got your bitch lookin’ sick
I’m a silky ass player with some pimpin’ ass spit
[Hook x2]
It’s like what’s that? Hold up
Cellphone, swolled up
Herring bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts
Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique)
Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique)
Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique)
Come fuck with the clique
[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks]
I'm ‘bout that bust that paper down
You already know my favorite sound
And they tried to stop me on some label shit
But now I’m more swank - more paid
This lame ass nigga try to throw shade
Back then you could’ve been so paid
I’m flyin’ by in that Porsche
A ounce of dope in that North Face
My ex girls, we missin’ them
Like Shorty K and them court dates
I’m on the move, love my fam
I’m uncle Luke, fuck Uncle Sam
I’m glad to see my vision grow
Better than the original
This molly got me trippin’ mane
Everything just went digital
Tryin’ to put you on my team, bitch
Seen you passed the physical
I want it, I see it, I need it, I gain it
And all of it happened
This is the team, if you tryna get cream
You should probly follow the captain
[Hook x2]
It’s like what’s that? Hold up
Cellphone, swolled up
Herring bones with gold cuts, got money bags for both nuts
Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique)
Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique)
Come fuck with the clique (Come fuck with the clique)
Come fuck with the clique
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Sir Michael Rocks Chicago, Illinois
No artist has pivoted the cultural zeitgeist more in the past decade than Sir Michael Rocks. When Banco isn't rewriting the rules of modern fashion, he shifts the sounds of popular music. From The Cool Kids to his solo projects Michaels' stuck on forward. ... more
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