2 Easy

We just been getting that cash I don't know why yo ass mad If we talking, we talking bout racks We going forward would never go back We put in work, we never gon slack Yeah you making songs but never no slaps Don't say my name, not the same, we stack You a fucking lame we'll never give daps Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, this shit too easy Me and my boys we all some pits Y'all move how the shih tzu breeds be I'ma go buy out Fifth or Moncleezy Drop at least 6 when I hop up in CC Went to Icebox, my wrist too freezy Bro stepped in, took his bitch, too easy Pull up right quick in some foreign ass cars Take the whole world it's ours, yeah Everything we do too large Big ass coupe, the ones with the stars in the ceiling Bro wanted some money, he started the dealing Tracky I move it, don't park it, it's squealing When you get hit down it's the hardest of feelings I'ma go up bitch I target the ceiling Ain't shopping at Target we shopping at Neiman's, the Marcus We really done ran it the farthest You text me I don't wanna text back So I'ma probably just heart it then go and discard it In some years I see me charting I ain't up I beg your pardon Go hit NY, chill with Martin Put up points like Kevin Garnett Beat his ass like Kelvin Gas Racing, give him hell in cats Talking racks spend 12 in Saks Talking racks spend 12 in straps You gon' get clapped like you just made Melvin mad Need a LV welcome mat Said you wanna pull up you a pussy so I welcome that And lil bro fell from that (yeah, yeah) Sometimes you gotta check what you knew Cause these hoes will tell you everything Except for the truth How much I spend on them shoes How much you spend on the juice You pull up with a bitch, you talk like she a ten, she a two You can't come round we don't need new homies Not the friendliest crew Bitch you just be cap, you tryna act Go get an Emmy, it's cool Remember had to spend like 14 racks because the Hemi I blew Please do not say my fucking name, we point that semi at you And you gon' go out like a junkie, something Demi would do And yo bros die like everyday I think they Kennys to you The way I'm spending racks my girl say they like pennies to you I don't get bored I just go make these hits, it's plenty to do I can't go Chevy the coupe I gotta go get that Lamb bitch Finna paint the picture perfect but I don't need no canvas If you try to run up on me then you gon' get the hands bitch I'ma beat em like Francis then I go hit the stance switch I don't care who your mans is, I don't care what your plans is I need a new fragrance might cop the one with osmanthus Take a trip out to Kansas Pray to God none my mans switch Get on top I ain't playing shit Go way up we ain't landing