Ken Car$on - Patrick Ewing lyrics

(Nick, you're stupid)

Uh, I just want some racks, want
Some racks, want some cash, yeah
Lately I been workin'
I been gettin' to that bag, yeah
I treat life like a race
I been doin' the dash, yeah
You think everything okay
Then I'm rollin' right past ya
Everything these niggas doin'
I done did that shit last year
Dunk on a ho like I'm Patrick Ewing
Oh, yeah, yeah, I teabag her
Nigga try me, I already know what I'm doing
Think shit sweet and I blast you
I pop out like Luke with
The money then blew it
Ain't worried about it if
It ain't 'bout cash
Yeah
(Yeah, woah)

Woah, woah, can't go out sad now
(Can't go out sad)
Hit her up 'cause she bad now
I get the racks in, I know they mad now
(Oh, I know they mad)
Getting fly, it's a lifestyle (Lifestyle)
I been getting fly for a while now
(For a while)
Niggas don't wanna be opps (Opps)
They might get hit, then we gon' walk out
(Then we gon' walk out)
Baby, you rocking with me, yeah (Me)
I can see that you agree, yeah (Agree)
I'm not the one to deceive, yeah (Yeah)
Been on the West and the East, yeah (Yeah)
I can see that you a thief (Thief)
I get that pack and I leave, yeah (Leave)
Baby, you rockin' with me, yeah (Me)
I can see that you agree (Agree)

Uh, I just want some racks, want
Some racks, want some cash, yeah
Lately I been workin'
I been gettin' to that bag, yeah
I treat life like a race
I been doin' the dash, yeah
You think everything okay
Then I'm rollin' right past ya
Everything these niggas doin'
I done did that shit last year
Dunk on a ho like I'm Patrick Ewing
Oh, yeah, yeah, I teabag her
Nigga try me, I already know what I'm doing
Think shit sweet and I blast you
I pop out like Luke with
The money then blew it
Ain't worried about it if
It ain't 'bout cash
Yeah

Yeah, ayy, ain't worried about a
Bitch who ain't too hot
(Yeah)
I'm winnin' this shit, ain't no tie
(Oh yeah)
These niggas can't see me
They need some new eyes
I pop up on a opp like, "Poof, surprise"
I don't fuck with these niggas
We ain't got no ties
These niggas be capping
Boy, why is you lying?
These niggas be pussy, I ain't talking lion
Everything that I do, these niggas be trying
They stealin' my swag and then they
Go hide in the house
You wanna be me, I'm fucking on your spouse
Pull up when I want and then I kick her out
And I ain't show no tool and
She know what I'm 'bout
And she ask if she can take
My dick in her mouth
I fuck on these bitches, never seen a drought
I run up the digits, never seen a drought

Uh, I just want some racks, want
Some racks, want some cash, yeah
(Woah, woah)
Lately I been workin'
I been gettin' to that bag, yeah
(Woah, woah)
I treat life like a race
I been doin' the dash, yeah
(Woah, woah)
You think everything okay
Then I'm rollin' right past ya
(Oh, woah)
Everything these niggas doin'
I done did that shit last year
(I done did that shit last year)
Dunk on a ho like I'm Patrick Ewing
Oh, yeah, yeah, I teabag her
(Oh, yeah, yeah, I teabag her)
Nigga try me, I already know what I'm doing
Think shit sweet and I blast you
(Then you know I'm gon' blast you)
I pop out like Luke with
The money then blew it
Ain't worried about it if
It ain't 'bout cash
Yeah
(Ain't worried about it if it ain't 'bout cash, yeah)

Ain't worried about it if
It ain't 'bout cash
Yeah
Everything that you did
I did that shit last year
Yeah (Nick, you're stupid)