Sir Michael Rocks
Текст песни You know what

She follow me, callin' me, all on my dick dick dick dick
Tuckin' my money and thinkin' hide it, I get with this bitch
Maybe it's cuz I'm a general, I roll that swisher in all of my interviews
Maybe it's cuz of the clicko, the brokers call me amigo
I'm ringin' a vibe and I'm tryna get right but that's steady keep thinkin' to pass
God forgive me I'm chasin' the cash
The end of the road when you run out of gas
Your money thin, could probly fit it in the paperclip
Back overseas I know the nigga you was stationed with
He said you went and squeezed a tittie in a breast work
Smoking reefer leaves out of my bag and feel my chest sore
Ice work best for sniffin' mali of a chess board
Your money coming next year, you'd like to be my x4
Grant me the serenity to get with haters
Do me a favor and never try to do me no favors
I'm getting major and my homie uncle plays along
Coke blazin' Ramon, blow straight to the dome

(So low) Of mali and a pint of lean
Walkin' to the party off in hella beaches
(So what?) That criss on the clicko, 6 cellphones bought me 3 hoes
(So what?) Some car boy that hold key
The kush guy personally know me
(You know what) We wake up in the riches
And go to sleep fuckin' with these bitches


It's 2 girls at the same time, asses like the same size
Not from the same place but they both got the same jog
And they kick with the clique, sayin' with these different paint jobs
And lord have mercy on them, amen – nigga praise God
I'm stumblin' off the Benz, hell up in, comin' through that check
Show that boy fat oochie in my hair, show that you respect
What I'm tryna speak cuz real power is the people
In the chapel of cathedral, smokin' packets of the lethal
And I'm fuckin' with them thumbs and it's practically illegal
I've been crackin' credit cards fast as you can crack your window
Uh, I'm feelin' like I'm on the dose when I meditate
Put 2 arms up in this ho, it's like the letter 8
The crib got a couple of levels like the wedding cake
My old hoes trippin' on me cuz I'm in a better place
But I ain't trippin', no, that patty shit reciprocal
The difference between niggas who be getting it ain't getting low

(So low) Of mali and a pint of lean
Walkin' to the party off in hella beaches
(So what?) That criss on the clicko, 6 cellphones bought me 3 hoes
(So what?) Some car boy that hold key
The kush guy personally know me
(You know what) We wake up in the riches
And go to sleep fuckin' with these bitches