Poker Face
Such a Chaotic process
Going through this process
Of getting rich
If it ain't money then it's off topic
And I don't wanna talk about it in fear I may talk it
Right into existence
This shit I'm giving ya is
Such a priceless gift
I might charge em
For a million
One flick of the wrist and I'm whipping the whip like swerve
Scribbling bullets on paper call it murder
Murder she wrote here in person
Missing my victims by inches in digits unheard of
Pull up hit the curb
And pull out both my birdies in the air
Like fuck em
And fuck em good
Get a good look of my good side
And tell me how I look
Is the money maker still fine
If it is then so am I
And I'ma move on
To a million
Get the fuck up out my poker face
Get the fuck up out my poker face
Bitch I'm getting poker rich
Watch me stack my poker chips
To a million
What do I have to say or who I gotta spit to
To get through
This Cirque du Soleil
It's a zoo in this industry
Who in this industry
Take my advice before you in this industry
If you ain't a shark you a snake
The intent is the same
So intense is the game
That they play with our minds
Keep em open and naked's the brain
That is looked at in shame
Vulnerable to the lies
Fragile's our genius
And loose is our ties
So we work in disguise
Playing dumb to our enemies
And our allies
Cuz the truth is they're one in the same
What is love but another way
For someone to get close to hate
On the greatness displayed
Fake like they like it yet don't like the page
Til they're asked bout a million times
Niggas ain't genuine niggas ain't Genuwine
Sing me that lullabye some other day
Money's my motive and love is a risk
That I can't help but take
So in love with the world
And the people it makes me
So sick to my stomach
But working through aches and pains
I get up grind
My come up is mine
So is my money and time
When we run out of both
Only one was divine
While ones keeping us blind
So tell me are you doing what you love
And if it's love and I mean true love
Then who is it helping other than yourself
Cuz If my whips gold and I'm eating
Trust my fam's been eating too
And If I aint do this for my me
Then I'd still do it for my crew
Get the fuck up out my poker face
Get the fuck up out my poker face
Bitch I'm getting poker rich
Watch me stack my poker chips
To a million
Going through this process
Of getting rich
If it ain't money then it's off topic
And I don't wanna talk about it in fear I may talk it
Right into existence
This shit I'm giving ya is
Such a priceless gift
I might charge em
For a million
One flick of the wrist and I'm whipping the whip like swerve
Scribbling bullets on paper call it murder
Murder she wrote here in person
Missing my victims by inches in digits unheard of
Pull up hit the curb
And pull out both my birdies in the air
Like fuck em
And fuck em good
Get a good look of my good side
And tell me how I look
Is the money maker still fine
If it is then so am I
And I'ma move on
To a million
Get the fuck up out my poker face
Get the fuck up out my poker face
Bitch I'm getting poker rich
Watch me stack my poker chips
To a million
What do I have to say or who I gotta spit to
To get through
This Cirque du Soleil
It's a zoo in this industry
Who in this industry
Take my advice before you in this industry
If you ain't a shark you a snake
The intent is the same
So intense is the game
That they play with our minds
Keep em open and naked's the brain
That is looked at in shame
Vulnerable to the lies
Fragile's our genius
And loose is our ties
So we work in disguise
Playing dumb to our enemies
And our allies
Cuz the truth is they're one in the same
What is love but another way
For someone to get close to hate
On the greatness displayed
Fake like they like it yet don't like the page
Til they're asked bout a million times
Niggas ain't genuine niggas ain't Genuwine
Sing me that lullabye some other day
Money's my motive and love is a risk
That I can't help but take
So in love with the world
And the people it makes me
So sick to my stomach
But working through aches and pains
I get up grind
My come up is mine
So is my money and time
When we run out of both
Only one was divine
While ones keeping us blind
So tell me are you doing what you love
And if it's love and I mean true love
Then who is it helping other than yourself
Cuz If my whips gold and I'm eating
Trust my fam's been eating too
And If I aint do this for my me
Then I'd still do it for my crew
Get the fuck up out my poker face
Get the fuck up out my poker face
Bitch I'm getting poker rich
Watch me stack my poker chips
To a million
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Writer(s): Layla Khepri
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