Movie Mag MM

You got problems I got clips and magazines So you better not start some damn beef I got thousands on my neck and on my feet So much diamonds and ice I feel no heat You got problems I got clips and magazines So you better not start some damn beef I got thousands on my neck and on my feet So much diamonds and ice I feel no heat I can use my 40 and I can use my hands I was used to counting tens Now I'm rich and counting Ben's Yeah I'll never be a broke boy again Switch my flows like my hoes Just got 3 in a row Give me 40 seconds that bitch will have no clothes I'm already tired of counting too much dough Yeah my money calls I got what you need you can give me a call You want problems you can find me in the streets Chillin with my goons aye Trapping in the streets or trapping at the subway Your girl is a thot you just got played And now these thots trying to get saved I'm counting real dough you just counting clay I be ballin like Chris Bosh I be balling like Klay Popping popping pills and I ain't talking skittles Try to come at me you get popped like a pimple Yuh my ice it twinkles I'm not talking about no stars Pulling up in a Porsche Pulling up in a Benz To keep it simple I got cars I ain't in prison but I still got bars Stop saying that you're street Stop acting like you're hard Cuz if you want beef I'll pull up at your boulevard I got clips and I ain't talking movies Yuh Smith and Wesson and an uzi Some niggas say they tough but they really liquid like a smoothie Bitch I got my tooly I go fooly You got problems I got clips and magazines So you better not start some damn beef I got thousands on my neck and on my feet So much diamonds and ice I feel no heat You got problems I got clips and magazines So you better not start some damn beef I got thousands on my neck and on my feet So much diamonds and ice I feel no heat