PGA

(Yea) She don't ever ask me, "What's on your mind" She already know, money all the time But I'm say it's her and I wouldn't be lying You haven't seen her yet, my bitch a dime Watch her glow down Watch her go down Yea I'm on the road now She wanna go down Really got a gold sound No sign to slow down PGA Tour I feel like a pro now Hometown, gotta rep it for the team, Van City Used to play for United, I ain't talking Man City Head down to waterfront, I keep couple bands with me Don't care 'bout what the opps say, them boys can't get me Not popping enough, no time for celebrating I'm tryna make my mark, ain't talking exclamation I feel the pressure raising, waiting on my hesitation Full desperation, this rap shit so amazing Spend everything I got for one night, (yea yea) She like rich dudes, she got one type, (yea yea) Cannot pull up with no music, leave it un-hyped, (yea yea) I'd bring a speaker to a gun fight, (yea yea) Lemme go check the stats Lemme go check the stats Lemme go run the math Lemme go run the math All my numbers adding up, your bitch ain't coming back She finna rock with me and I might just take a crack She don't ever ask me, "What's on your mind" She already know, money all the time But I'm say it's her and I wouldn't be lying You haven't seen her yet, my bitch a dime Watch her glow down Watch her go down Yea I'm on the road now She wanna go down Really got a gold sound No sign to slow down PGA Tour I feel like a pro now Came a long way from the Lexus I got fans down in Texas Imma have to get my Nexus (Uh uh) Never had a wreck, I guess I'm wreck-less In the car, don't do no texting She gon' wait to get the message (Uh) Sent it via Rogers, now I gotta dodge her Jumping out the way like Frogger, big shit popper Everytime I play this song, big whip knocker Boy your chain look like copper, go and see your doctor Neck green, check these or it's the check please Way I'm ballin on you, I should win a ESPY Booted up my DS, I need a SD He can't test me, that boy rock a Nike Tech Fleece Driving Talledaga nights, I feel like Ricky Bobby Price on my head, bitch come and get the bounty Gotta shut it down, she said she feel icky bout me Communication seized, I can't have that bitch around me She don't ever ask me, "What's on your mind" She already know, money all the time But I'm say it's her and I wouldn't be lying You haven't seen her yet, my bitch a dime Watch her glow down Watch her go down Yea I'm on the road now She wanna go down Really got a gold sound No sign to slow down PGA Tour I feel like a pro now