SWEET

I'm dropping bombs on the niggas that tried to play me sweet How you niggas running the game and all y'all got lazy feet When it's time to put in the work you just sit around Then you try to play me close just to say that you held it down Boy stop it I don't associate my self wit leech niggas I'd rather move wit bosses low key and discreet niggas But you rather flash ya money and claim you a street nigga Yet you moving like a hoe you belong to the streets nigga, ah Find you a circle not secretly plotting to hurt you Somebody talking slick they don't even think to alert you They handle it themselves and check em for disrespecting They ain't playing middle man delivering a different message You only hear about it when niggas apologize Everything Cash Money I'm stunna for dollar signs Nah I ain't evil Knievel no stunts for the dollar sign My neck is a light show lil baby I gotta shine Ready to cop me some land Stacking it now don't want an advance In order to get to the money you gotta stay hungry my nigga and stick to the plan As a man provide for ya own Carry concealed I'm toting the chrome One in the head then two off the top Man it's only right that I aim for the dome Background checks on the people you steady checking for Tell me what's the purpose of all the people you flexing for Will they cosigns put some money in ya pockets And If the answer is no, then it's prolly time to stop it lil nigga