Khakis (Money Motivated)

Only nigga trappin' in khakis the mathlete I know how much I'm at exactly Got my fingers in all types of pots, boy, I'm like a chef by the way that I dabble And I never tattled, I been a real nigga since I had a pamper and bib And I still don't take hoes to the crib, cause I can't let em know where I live I put a blood on your roof of the bag, but he ain't finna bring you no gift My cousin Jerrold was really a crip till he died, so I called him J6 He was older than me his whole life, but these days I've been older than him I learned as a kid the world cold as a fridge, so I figure I ice out my wrist Matter of fact, ahh, I might just ice out my fist When you hittin my line, better be about bricks or a lick of that call gettin' missed Walkin' round, this bitch flexin' like 50, but I'll never change, I'm 100 percent Keep a drum wit a the stick on my lap for a reason, I been makin' bands in this bitch And I know I been makin' em mad, believe me, I don't give a shit if they pissed Bitch, I'm the man, I'm the myth, I'm the legend, and I stay fresher than Prince, huh, you get it Huh, truck in the front like an Eleph, when I'm in the room, best to dress me, huh Ain't gotta like me, respect me, money, the curse, and the blessing, huh It make you question who really with you or who out to get you, my presence a blessing, yeah Huh, my presence a present, yeah, huh, my shoes are Giuseppe's, so you better watch where you steppin Yeah, I'm gettin' money, lil' nigga, so I'm built different Only nigga trappin' in khakis, a mathlete, I know how much I made exactly Got my fingers in all types of pots, boy, I'm like a chef by the way that I dabble And I never tattled, I been a real nigga since I had a pamper and bib And I still don't take hoes to the crib, cause I can't let em know where I live Only nigga trappin' khakis, a mathlete, I know how much I made exactly Got my fingers in all types of pots, boy, I'm like a chef by the way that I dabble And I never tattled, I been a real nigga since I had a pamper and bib And I still don't take hoes to the crib, cause I can't let em know where I live Ahh, not another rich, handsome, black dude, yeah They still worried bout my last move, I can't bless you if Achoo F*ck your nose, baby, huh, all my cash blue Blue strips for the top shelf, EBT for the damn food Dawg, nigga, dawg , nigga, love, cat food Tryna guide ya bitch like maps do, how you chase those thats ran through Yeah, yeah, light the shaderoom, I'm bad news, wait, yeah So only f*ck with me if you had to On the boulevard or the avenue, doin' whatever I had to do And I do this shit again, with no motherfuckin' hesitation See when I'm dead, baby, goin' and call that shit dedication Education out these damn streets, run this shit up like a hamstring I cannot save no hoe, huh, I cannot save no doe,, huh I cannot say no more, I already said too much, huh Bitch, I'm not B4NK' this bitch, huh, still ain't got no trust, huh I'ma do whatever the f*ck that I want, bitch, cause I got bucks Only nigga trappin' khakis, a mathlete , I know how much I made exactly Got my fingers in all type of pots, boy, I'm like a chef by the way that I dabble And I never tattle, I been a real nigga since I had a pamper and bib And I still don't take hoes to the crib, cause I can't let em know where I live Only nigga trappin' the keg, it's a method, I know how much I made exactly Got my fingers in all type of pots, boy, I'm like a chef by the way that I dabble And I never tattle, I been a real nigga since I had a pamper and bib And I still don't take hoes to the crib, cause I can't let em know where I live