Sammy Adams - Bass Head lyrics

DJ cash matty Trump
Sammy adams champs league
Bring it back matty trump
Sammy adams (Whoo Kid) champs league

Motha fucka barcelona on Bitch, Oh
Lights out

Word on the street is money he got plenty
He ain't playin they ain't ready
Shit's gon get a little heavy, oh
Beatin up the beat early up I call it Breaky
And I'm skatin through the generous
Ridin fast like a (bang bang)
365 day cash flow diet
If I ain't doin shows or
In the studio I'm dyin'
Buzz that I created make people
Think I was buyin
I guess these dudes forgot that
Makin money takes some grindin'
I been doin this for 9 months
But I'm sure they know
That I put in more work that
You have in like 4, 5 years or so
Can't hear all them haters
Learned a technique couple weeks ago
Middle fingers up bitch my eyes are closed
Yeah forget mrStern
Alex (energy) oh (Basshead)

Stop time ocho taller than you front row
Yellow flag not throw i'm whack thought so
Hard to take a loss oh eyes on picassos
I'm a mile high smokin nuggets in a bronco
Hear me on my junk go all records all gold
Record labels all hoes talkin to my mom oh
So rude but in interviews a gentlemen
Can't compare me to somethin
In the game that's (oh oh)
Uh like me like me
And these bitches mad I care
More about my nikes
Stuck off a plane blowin smokes like lee
And these dudes are blown away
Goin on beats like these (whoo)
Yeah, I call it hip hop dubstep
This has not been done yet
Shit that get the club wet
Yeah I'm movin out I got a sub let
Mad I gave the game somethin
That they haven't fucked with
Yeah and admit it feels awkward
To not say a word but
Know that everyone's talkin
Every eye is watchin studio locked in
Go and get this off me
Baby failin's not an option
Yeah ironic how I walked in
And if it was the 90's
I'd be blastin in your walk man
Please, hold the comments I get often
You need to take a breather
Maybe you should take a walk man