Don Trip - Sideline Pop lyrics

Hip-hop, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop yeah
Yeah

I said, get it how you live
My brother, get it in, my brother
Been chasing cake since my sister
Had an Easy-Bake Oven
Said, I'm coming for the M's
Like an Egg McMuffin (DT da Kidd)
And I still keep the stick
Hacksaw Jim Duggan (Beat those drums)
Please Google that if I lost you
I'm old-school
Just took my wife out to dinner at Nobu
That shit's expensive, but I'm still hungry
What can I say? It's like no matter what
I never got enough on my plate
You on the internet tryna
Calculate what I make
Well, you a bitch and that's
Comin' from a passionate place
No need to wonder, bitch
I meant it if I said it out loud
Aside performances
I never move around in no crowd
Add a zero every time I drop
We ball hard in the street, nigga
Sideline Pop
Get rich, why not? All the kids I got
You'd probably rather see me underneath
The bridge in a box
Word to Vivica Fox, nigga
What's the procedure?
I shed a tear on that last single
Queen Latifah eyes closed
I'm just prayin' we don't see no evil
End up like Jada Pinkett
Tryna feed our people (I'm in a bind, Nate)
I was as heartbroken as we all was
Moral of the story is we all fucked
Add a zero every time I drop
We ball hard in the street, bitch
This Sideline Pop
Get rich, why not? Mr trip fire, hot
Let them hatin' niggas tell it
I had missed my shot
But when the smoke all clear
You see the joke's on them
My fuel tank's on F, my bank account's on M
Now all of a sudden
These niggas wanna be friends
It's the same old dance
So I call 'em Lil' Kim
Fifty rappers just studied me
For a final exam
How they statin' my business? Got too
Much time on they hands
I'm go get it for however much time I got
The bills right around the corner
So the grind don't stop
And add another zero each time I drop
We ball hard in these streets, nigga
Sideline Pop

Yeah we ball hard in these streets, nigga
Sideline Pop yeah, we ball
Yeah, long life Pif
Hip-hop, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop