John Cena

Cash Money AP I'ma run me up a check I'ma run me up a check Get them bands, get them bands Get some more in my hands I've been thumbin' through the check I like makin' all that money I like makin' all these bands I like runnin' all these plays I don't like poppin' them Xans But I'll pop your fuckin' head And I'll pop your fuckin' mans I don't care about this shit Got the heat like a tan Bitch, I am the man And I got the game Spit the flame Bitch, I'm switchin' lanes And I'm drippin' candy paint Aint from the south No golds in my mouth Bitch, I want a different route But I'll run up in your house And they know I got the clout Up inside my pockets Got me a big pistol I might just have to pop it Vacating, when I'm in the tropics Boy, you should just watch me You know that I come through Spray your bitch just like it was Bukkake Boy, you know that you can't stop me Cause I'm on a roll If I get the dice and I throw it I'ma roll if the cops on patrol They know that I shoot them like some dope I don't care cause I keep my Mac-10 And they know that I'm bent If they come to my crib Bitch, I will punch you I hit at your jibs If I am aimin I might hit your lip So go watch your mouth And you better guard your spouse Bitch, you can't see me Bitch, you can't see me Like I'm John Cena I just hit the plug Think I need a Re-up Now, I'm on the money Come and follow me up Bitch, you can't see me Like I'm John Cena Bitch, you can't see me Like I'm John Cena I just hit the plug Think I need a Re-up Now, I'm on the money Come and follow me up Bitch, you can't see me Like I'm John Cena John Cena Like I'm John Cena Hit the Re-up Like I'm John Cena Invisible You know my principles You can't see me The feds see me disappear Houdini They know that they just really wanna be me My head been spinning I was feeling like a CD Now, I'm in the streets I ain't talking Sesame Bitch, I been spitting raps You gon' see the best of me And I been rolling wraps While shooting up all these craps Fucking with me wrong You know that I'm on the map Looking at me wrong You know that your brain get tapped Manipulated Confrontated Come through with K-Clip Ill cook you like taters Talking potato And count my bankroll These bitches know I get pesos I come through and play like Play-Doh Come through, I get some more Fucking with me I hit the liquor store Blow you up And I ain't snorting no blow Hiroshima, Nagasaki These feds, they just wanna clock and watch me Know I come through, get it They know that they could never go stop me Cause it's in my heart It is in my ways Bitch, I pave the ways Come through and I leave you in the grave Bitch, you ride my wave Know that I'ma get it everyday Bullets case Hit your motherfucking face in your waist Bitch, you can't see me like I'm John Cena I just hit the plug, think I need a re-up Now I'm on the money, come and follow me up Bitch, you can't see me like I'm John Cena John Cena Like I'm John Cena Now they wanna feature Like I'm John Cena They see me like I'm John Cena Like I'm John Cena