Marc Vinyls - Wild Card lyrics

Yeah, look (Look)

Why you always hatin'? yeah
I see how you roll (Roll)
Yeah, now my time is here
And we outta control ('Trol)
Yeah, we you always hatin'? yeah
I see how you roll (Roll)
Yeah, now my time is here
And we outta control ('Trol)
Yeah oh, we out, yeah yeah
Oh, we out, yeah yeah oh, we out, yeah yeah
Oh, we out, yeah yeah

Movoes bein made like e'ry single weekend
I heard whatchu said on the low
You sneakin' i don't give a fuck cause
Yo' brand just cheapen on a chew that these
Motherfuckin' bitches all seekin'
Got too many sides that
You've never even seen
Start peelin' back the layers and
You're lookin' at yo' dreams
I'm a one man team, one man milita
It's Vinyls, motherfucker, but first
Say Mister

Money that I'm givin on the low
I don't really wanna fuck with no hoe
I'm the man that be puttin' on the show
How this boy get this damn cold?
M-money that I'm givin' on the low
I don't really wanna fuck with no hoe
I'm the man that be puttin' on the show
How this boy get this damn cold?

I'm back with the hip hop
And they don't understand that
My skills is tip-top i've been hot
You've been cold, I slingshot
New records and olds i just watch my music
Travel 'cross the glove
I'ma show these motherfuckers what it
Means to be bold i'ma show em what it means
To really rock that gold
Gotta vision, one day
I'll have a million sold
I don't gotta keep talkin
Lemme talk some mo' skin type: Caucasian
I pave ways, I been trailblazin
I understand, it take patience
They know the man pass by, wavin
I said, Hol up waitin' too long
Now you boutta see the blow up
You watch befo' yo eyes, young man
Just grow up went and got my dough up
Went and got my glow up
And now you wanna show up? (Nah)

Money that I'm givin' on the low
I don't really wanna fuck with no hoe
I'm the man that be puttin on the show
How this boy get this damn cold?
M-money that I'm givin' on the low
I don't really wanna fuck with no hoe
I'm the man that be puttin' on the show
How this boy get this damn cold?