Xavy Rusan - Residual lyrics

[Xavy Rusan - Residual lyrics]

Ay, ay look

I'm too cool for the ruse, baby, get offa me
Never need no push, I do it all for me
Keep a cover real haters got
'em on call for me money movin'
Got it in the market where it ought to be
Too truth for the flex, baby, don't cap to me
Drop 50, bring one fifty right back to me
Keep a cover
Real haters got 'em on call for me
Money movin'
Got it in the market where it ought to be

Look papa don't preach teachers don't teach
Niggas gone reach that's facts
I ain't worried 'bout none of that shit
I'm making that cash stack
Buncha olds likе NASCAR
But it's really more like Nasdaq
Why thеy thinkin' that they hot shit when
They really more like ass crack?
Quote it on me like a referee
Niggas hatin' what they'll never be
Small top with a big bottom, yeah
Shawty shaped like a letter D
Let her have it, then I let her be
If you love it, gotta let it grow
Crazy 'cause 'ya really never know
When I'm hurtin', never let it show
I'm a two tone, two phone, two chain
New thang lane whipper
You a broke ass, low class, no cash
Certified lame nigga
I'ma gettin' to it like I 'ought to
Couldn't pick so I bought two
Understand why your chick came
I'm just tryna figure why she brought you
I'm really rappin' and I'm flexed up
And I ain't gotta tell 'em I'm next up
Sleep on a nigga, they rest up
But I'm up and I'm gettin' my checks up
Me and the fellas be high to repel as
That shit you could tell us we great, nigga
Lookin' at niggas like how do you figure
Unless you been talking 'bout eight figures?

I'm too cool for the ruse, baby, get offa me
Never need no push, I do it all for me
Keep a cover real haters got
'em on call for me money movin'
Got it in the market where it ought to be
Too truth for the flex, baby, don't cap to me
Drop 50, bring one fifty right back to me
Keep a cover
Real haters got 'em on call for me
Money movin'
Got it in the market where it ought to be

Look how we litty, we turnt up the city
We raising the bar height
I've been finessin', just look
At 'em stressin', yeah
They've been up all night
Sippin' this water with somebody daughter
She take what I taught her and build on it
Came in this game on that
Shit that they ain't
In the cubbies later we still on it
Niggas be hatin' on it
Bitches be waitin' on it like a new season
I better acre on it
I put some paper on it like I'm loose leafin'
Buying them assets
Build me a cash net, I could fall in
Look at my last bet
Ain't gotta tip toe, ho, I'm all in
Think on a level they can't fail
And I wrote me a J' with the hate mail
Been doing good on the merch sale
All this bread on me look like a bake sale
Tell a young nigga what's really good
I be really good on a jaw jack
Send her email about the bread
I'ma hit ‘ya back with the call back

I'm too cool for the ruse, baby get offa me
Never need no push, I do it all for me
Keep a cover real haters got
'em on call for me
Money movin' got it in the market
Where it ought to be
Too truth for the flex, baby, don't cap to me
Drop 50, bring one fifty right back to me
Keep a cover
Real haters got 'em on call for me
Money movin' got it in the market
Where it ought to be

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