Risks
Risking it all like I got nothing to lose
You doing too much like you got something to prove
One hand on the wheel, one hand her thigh
I'm pouring the lean, I swear I can't drive
Don't watch what I do, yeah
Just do what you do
I watch how I move, yeah
Can't go out a fool
I'mma save all my pennies, no Hardaway
Get it for my daughter the smarter way
All these dead ministers in the safe
I can't stop 'till they make me a holiday
They copy my style like that nigga Kakashi
I fell from the sky like a bomb, Kamakaze
So she let me hit in the backseat
She can never find a nigga that match me
All I do is count up like a math athlete
If you want smoke that's a mazzalean
I don't talk to cops 'cause they bother me
I hit it one time then I dip, dip
Pour the whole seal, watch me sip, sip
If I get locked then I'm zipped lipped
She fell in love with my stick shift (Ouu yeah)
No Jumanji, I'm stuck in the game
Remember back then we were selling that (Yeah yeah)
Creepin'all night trying to find a stain
You would call me, trying to hide that (Yeah yeah)
Risking it all like I got nothing to lose
You doing too much like you got something to prove
One hand on the wheel, one hand her thigh
I'm pouring the lean, I swear I can't drive
Don't watch what I do, yeah
Just do what you do
I watch how I move, yeah
Can't go out a fool
Imma save all my pennies, no Hardaway
Get it for my daughter the smarter way
All these dead ministers in the safe
I can't stop 'till they make me a holiday
You doing too much like you got something to prove
One hand on the wheel, one hand her thigh
I'm pouring the lean, I swear I can't drive
Don't watch what I do, yeah
Just do what you do
I watch how I move, yeah
Can't go out a fool
I'mma save all my pennies, no Hardaway
Get it for my daughter the smarter way
All these dead ministers in the safe
I can't stop 'till they make me a holiday
They copy my style like that nigga Kakashi
I fell from the sky like a bomb, Kamakaze
So she let me hit in the backseat
She can never find a nigga that match me
All I do is count up like a math athlete
If you want smoke that's a mazzalean
I don't talk to cops 'cause they bother me
I hit it one time then I dip, dip
Pour the whole seal, watch me sip, sip
If I get locked then I'm zipped lipped
She fell in love with my stick shift (Ouu yeah)
No Jumanji, I'm stuck in the game
Remember back then we were selling that (Yeah yeah)
Creepin'all night trying to find a stain
You would call me, trying to hide that (Yeah yeah)
Risking it all like I got nothing to lose
You doing too much like you got something to prove
One hand on the wheel, one hand her thigh
I'm pouring the lean, I swear I can't drive
Don't watch what I do, yeah
Just do what you do
I watch how I move, yeah
Can't go out a fool
Imma save all my pennies, no Hardaway
Get it for my daughter the smarter way
All these dead ministers in the safe
I can't stop 'till they make me a holiday
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Writer(s): Ameer Taylor
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