Hit-Boy, DOM KENNEDY, Half-A-Mil - Lou Rawls lyrics

Hit-Boy

What yall want to do?
When the b ballers, shot callers, brawlers
Who be dipping in the zoom with the spoilers
Hit Boy on the beat yeah say that
Check all the credit's we go way back
The flow too strong money too long
We be eating in the kitchen at the restaurant
And my bitch upper echelon
Yeah, pardon my french
But I still fuck with Mike Vick
I might pull up in a ‘96
With the bucket 6 playing reminisce
Uh, let me talk to you niggas
Look at the money they printing
If you don’t use common sense
We ain’t never gon win
Courtsey of Half-A-Mil but I’m sitting on a M

What yall want to do?
When the b ballers, shot callers, brawlers
Who be dipping in the zoom with the spoilers
Hit Boy on the beat yeah say that

Niggas still ain’t get the
Message I relay that
They tried to count me out
I had to shake back
NEPENTHES hoodie from Japan flew
It straight back
Treat the shit like I’m dealing
One beat cost a 8 pack the comeback kid
I’m taking shit to the extreme
Half-A-Mil team we superior, supreme
Mafia style like BIG and Lil Cease
Crossing my T’s I kick her out if she a tease
Whips all black and my nikes all white
Jumpin’ out with something thick but I
Take em in all types
Figures hitting my account nigga
We gon be alright
They been waiting on the flame
Okay it's time to ignite

What yall want to do?
When the b ballers, shot callers, brawlers
Who be dipping in the zoom with the spoilers
Hit Boy on the beat yeah say that

It’s all about the Benjamin’s
It’s all about the Benjamin’s
It’s all about the Benjamin’s
It’s all about the Benjamin’s baby
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
Irony is, I ain’t even buying
Pinky ringing, with the singing
Tie your music down the river with your
Chick clinging playing you mad false
Kid I got show money like Lou Rawls