Retrospective
Whipping and I'm mixing
Like this batter for some biscuits
I don't mind cooking as long as
You do the dishes
Everybody got a part to play
Within this coalition
My bitch bad smack her on the ass
We gon get this cash
Fifth ave popping all them tags
Where you poppin at
Hop inside a jag do the dash
Gotta make it last
What we had is only what we had
Leave it in the past
Three cell phones and they all jumping
Back to back
Bitch I'm never home
A moving target
On ya google maps
Hundred miles or more
On my way to where my future at
You got all that ass
What the fuck you bout to do with that
Truck stops like a tuck spot
I'm rolling cookie pack
What you never seen this type of swag
Fuck you looking at
Trap biz album spose to drop
But I might push it back
Y'all not even worthy all my work
Still overlooking that
Ima die the goat
In Monaco
They tryna drive the boat
The game gon leave you lost
And now you searching tryna find
Your soul
I thought you was smart bro
You used to make the honor roll
Offers coming at me
But the best one only time will know
Soccer games betting dough on Spain screaming vamanos
Nervous laughter with opposing fans
Because it's kinda close
Man I got that fire
Don't expire
Stop drop and roll
She like you stay clean
Yea my mama fucked some mop
And glow
My bitch bad smack her on the ass
We gon get this cash
Fifth ave popping all them tags
Where you poppin' at
Hop inside a jag do the dash
Gotta make it last
What we had is only what we had
Leave it in the past
Not a game tester that won't get
Me paid
I ain't come to play
Modern day Bill Withers
Yea I'm grateful for a lovely day
Hundred k
That's some good living
I guess some would say
Y'all might call that comfortable
But me and you are not the same
You counting your likes and shit
That's not my lane
I'm watching the stock exchange
Go out ya way to beef with folks
I'm getting money out the way
Yea she from the pjs but she different
She got good taste
Rolling in that cla
This the one they just made
I used to want Tyra Banks
Now I'm into Wells Fargo
Lord have mercy mercy me
When Biz get that Murcialago
All this from verses and promo
Swear my life moving in slo mo
Nearby the stars Tony Romo
Vip list out in Soho
Used to sneak in to the Go-Go
Still got a long way to go tho
Feature price up every month
Get in on this shit while it's
Low low damn biz
Like this batter for some biscuits
I don't mind cooking as long as
You do the dishes
Everybody got a part to play
Within this coalition
My bitch bad smack her on the ass
We gon get this cash
Fifth ave popping all them tags
Where you poppin at
Hop inside a jag do the dash
Gotta make it last
What we had is only what we had
Leave it in the past
Three cell phones and they all jumping
Back to back
Bitch I'm never home
A moving target
On ya google maps
Hundred miles or more
On my way to where my future at
You got all that ass
What the fuck you bout to do with that
Truck stops like a tuck spot
I'm rolling cookie pack
What you never seen this type of swag
Fuck you looking at
Trap biz album spose to drop
But I might push it back
Y'all not even worthy all my work
Still overlooking that
Ima die the goat
In Monaco
They tryna drive the boat
The game gon leave you lost
And now you searching tryna find
Your soul
I thought you was smart bro
You used to make the honor roll
Offers coming at me
But the best one only time will know
Soccer games betting dough on Spain screaming vamanos
Nervous laughter with opposing fans
Because it's kinda close
Man I got that fire
Don't expire
Stop drop and roll
She like you stay clean
Yea my mama fucked some mop
And glow
My bitch bad smack her on the ass
We gon get this cash
Fifth ave popping all them tags
Where you poppin' at
Hop inside a jag do the dash
Gotta make it last
What we had is only what we had
Leave it in the past
Not a game tester that won't get
Me paid
I ain't come to play
Modern day Bill Withers
Yea I'm grateful for a lovely day
Hundred k
That's some good living
I guess some would say
Y'all might call that comfortable
But me and you are not the same
You counting your likes and shit
That's not my lane
I'm watching the stock exchange
Go out ya way to beef with folks
I'm getting money out the way
Yea she from the pjs but she different
She got good taste
Rolling in that cla
This the one they just made
I used to want Tyra Banks
Now I'm into Wells Fargo
Lord have mercy mercy me
When Biz get that Murcialago
All this from verses and promo
Swear my life moving in slo mo
Nearby the stars Tony Romo
Vip list out in Soho
Used to sneak in to the Go-Go
Still got a long way to go tho
Feature price up every month
Get in on this shit while it's
Low low damn biz
Credits
Writer(s): Terrence Bronson
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