Vintro Interlude

When Vinci hit the track man you know I get busy
Killin' this shit I should be a mortician
I'ma go getter getting money in the city
But my bloodline is Jackson, Mississippi
Stackin up dishes my hunger ridiculous
Hoes be ticklish comin' round giggling
I told you I'm gifted flow like Christmas
More fly then Rudolph, Donner, and Blixen
Shawty I glisten
And I ain't got no jewelry on
Got ya booby on me tryna do me
Then she Louis Armstrong blew me
Told her shake that booty like a pom-pom
To be a consideration in the long-jon sweepstakes
I know I'ma fool I need grace
I done made so many mistakes
I pray to Jesus to plead my case
So I'ma keep going no I don't need breaks
I keep it real so the real relate
So If u don't feel me u must be fake
I be on my grizzly everyday
I ain't got it fa cheap this ain't eBay
I gotta be paid top dolla'
I told them broke days I'll holla'
I'ma bout to b a mother fuckin baller
Baby
This last songs bout to be wavy



Credits
Writer(s): Vinci Lewis
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