My Ways

My Ways - Stacks Sinatra Written by: Jahvon Bromfield (Hook) Gettin this change, stuck in my ways Sexy lil thang, loving my taste Don’t know her name, remember the face We not the same, more ties than lace Smoking exotic, on beach sands that’s tropic Money the topic, she ride like a jockey I set the trend, designer her body Won’t fold or bend, fall off not an option (Verse 1) I need a billi, like Diddy First day out, hit dance like Shiggy Want straight mouth, go numb no feeling Paid Cash Money, coupe on Wayne no ceiling Ice cold chillin’, FN drillin’ Couldn’t pay the rent, now I prolly on the building Time that I spent, couldn’t run on sentence Now it’s, commas on commas on commas Get it? Fly, Zara high, Wrist water, yours dry Get rich or die, straight outta Southside Put the wings on the ride, money talk no lie Open wide, she gone try, swallow more than her pride Wildin’ out, Conceited Give me brain give me genius Hit the pipe now she feenin’ Posted wit demons, treeshes n heathens Boss Montana Six God on that (Hook) Gettin this change, stuck in my ways Sexy lil thang, loving my taste Don’t know her name, remember the face We not the same, more ties than lace Smoking exotic, on beach sands that’s tropic If money the topic, she ride like a jockey I set the trend, designer her body Won’t fold or bend, fall off not an option (Verse 2) Wash dirty money, no soap (Well) Fall like domino, know we play cutthroat Hater kill yourself, here’s rope (Well) Funny, funny money no joke I know some shottas That keep em some knockas Killas no Konshens, hit you front yo mama Scope on binoculars, could B.I.G Poppa No victim no case, (Well) Who shot ya? I know you really don’t love me (Right) Times I was hungry, dusty and bummy (Well) B*tch eat it up say yummy (Ho) All in her tummy, Know she leaving when I’m coming She don’t like it when I kick it and spin off Jumpman Got Six rings b*tch I feel like Jumpman Burnt every bridge, next is London Yup Imma need me a plane or boat then (Hook) Gettin this change, stuck in my ways Sexy lil thang, loving my taste Don’t know her name, remember the face We not the same, more ties than lace Smoking exotic, on beach sands that’s tropic Money the topic, she ride like a jockey I set the trend, designer her body Won’t fold or bend, fall off not an option