Casey Veggies, ADE - P.O.P. Music lyrics
[Casey Veggies, ADE - P.O.P. Music lyrics]
Got a sack full of green, a cup full of brown
A bad bitch with me so
You know it's goin' down
I told her once before, yeah
I fuck with you and all
But, you know I'm out the door
As soon as the money call money on my mind
She think I'm a rookie but I've
Been grinding puttin' paper over pussy
This ain't about competition
I'm just doin' what I've gotta do
A lot of dudes
Want my position and take a shot or two
They aim off
Quit being lame and get you a dollar too!
Cut a dame off, she play a nigga for Donahue
Comical, funny
Don't know what bitches be trynna do
Find a finer dude, there's only one eye
Monocle truth is
Half of these rappers ain't even kinda cool
I see the jealousy in 'em
I'm livin' what they trynna do
Designer shoes with a matching fitted
Eyes low, glasses tinted
Rello Rhodes, you know, grass is in it
Lightin' up while I pass the Zenith
Cold nigga, take after Kenneth
Don't want nothing, cuz I have to get it
Real nigga, fuck a rapper image!
In my shoes, you wouldn't last a minute
I'm Malcom X, and I gets it by any means
Steady cream, got 'em ready for
The team, so it seems, just
Forget the greed Ma, we never had money
So the most you get from me is cab money
So many racks I'm gonna pay
Thought it was check fraud
Luckily it was some stacks that
I had left off
They feeling left out, now I'm my own boss
You don't control your own world
You a wrong cause
I love my chick, she love me back
I'm just like Santa Clause when I run it
Hoppin' on my lap telling me what she want
If I don't do nothin', man I've gotta stunt
If you talkin' moving onions
We can chop it up
What's the point in doing something
If it's not enough?
Like, why you mess with all these hoes
If you ain't got they trust?
Same niggas actin like your homies
Man they probably suck if he had a chance
Swear he'd probably throw you under the bus
I love spittin' game, we the same
Man you're on of us
I done did my thing, got a name
But it ain't enough
Widening the game, hittin' lames
And it ain't no stuff
Contemplate them things, in my brain
Gotta make it up
A bad bitch with me so
You know it's goin' down
I told her once before, yeah
I fuck with you and all
But, you know I'm out the door
As soon as the money call money on my mind
She think I'm a rookie but I've
Been grinding puttin' paper over pussy
This ain't about competition
I'm just doin' what I've gotta do
A lot of dudes
Want my position and take a shot or two
They aim off
Quit being lame and get you a dollar too!
Cut a dame off, she play a nigga for Donahue
Comical, funny
Don't know what bitches be trynna do
Find a finer dude, there's only one eye
Monocle truth is
Half of these rappers ain't even kinda cool
I see the jealousy in 'em
I'm livin' what they trynna do
Designer shoes with a matching fitted
Eyes low, glasses tinted
Rello Rhodes, you know, grass is in it
Lightin' up while I pass the Zenith
Cold nigga, take after Kenneth
Don't want nothing, cuz I have to get it
Real nigga, fuck a rapper image!
In my shoes, you wouldn't last a minute
I'm Malcom X, and I gets it by any means
Steady cream, got 'em ready for
The team, so it seems, just
Forget the greed Ma, we never had money
So the most you get from me is cab money
So many racks I'm gonna pay
Thought it was check fraud
Luckily it was some stacks that
I had left off
They feeling left out, now I'm my own boss
You don't control your own world
You a wrong cause
I love my chick, she love me back
I'm just like Santa Clause when I run it
Hoppin' on my lap telling me what she want
If I don't do nothin', man I've gotta stunt
If you talkin' moving onions
We can chop it up
What's the point in doing something
If it's not enough?
Like, why you mess with all these hoes
If you ain't got they trust?
Same niggas actin like your homies
Man they probably suck if he had a chance
Swear he'd probably throw you under the bus
I love spittin' game, we the same
Man you're on of us
I done did my thing, got a name
But it ain't enough
Widening the game, hittin' lames
And it ain't no stuff
Contemplate them things, in my brain
Gotta make it up